So no blasting hollaback girl either im guessing. you're screwing up my vibe, dude.
[In spite of the text, Felix did have his radio turned down and his lights off as his sleek black 1978 Pontiac Firebird Trans Am gently pulled up in front of Kevin's house, windows open to account for the heat that had yet to bleed off from the earlier day even as everything had gone dark.
He even put out his cigarette as he leaned over and unlocked the passenger door for Kevin, giving it a shove to open it for him. It was about as gentlemanly as Felix got.]
[Kevin was grinning as the car pulled towards his house. It was such a bad boy's car that he was for once glad he didn't live on the same street as the Cooper's. Betty's mom would be having a field day telling his dad all about the particular make and model of vehicle that'd pulled up outside the Keller house that night.
He moves quickly over to the vehicle and dives in, pulling the door closed behind him as he turns to Felix with a smile.] Sorry for killing your vibe, I promise you can go right back to being whoever you want the moment the house is out of the rear view mirror.
[Felix has a way of saying that where it doesn't even sound the least bit sarcastic. He's also moving as soon as Kevin's ass hits the seat, trusting him to get the door closed and his seat belt on in a reasonable amount of time.
Look, he's not even gunning it at 80 through a residential area. Positively gentlemanly.]
How about you, got worries about being yourself before dear old dad's place is in the rearview mirror?
[Felix will never ever get on Kevin's case about any annoyance with anything related to his father, considering as far as Felix is concerned his own is Satan incarnate for vague non-specific reasons given.]
Maybe that's why you call me Sugarbee, sweet things. [He rolls his eyes because the term of endearment was something cute, at least. He settles back in the chair, watching Felix rather than the road.]
[Kevin eyes him at the question.] Hey... I'm still myself around my dad. I just don't want him thinking I'm some kind of delinquent. [He felt bad though because realistically speaking, he hid a lot from his dad. If it wasn't his sexuality it was the activities he got up to most nights with Betty and the gang. His involvement in things these days was a lot heavier than he let on.]
[Everyone gets a nickname from Felix. He seems determined to never refer to people by their real names, like some weird reverse demon that would lose his power if he acknowledged someone else's true name rather than gave away his own.
He turns the lights on as soon as their out of view of Kevin's house, turns the radio back on. The playlist has played on, volume coming back up to the beginning of Queen's 'Brighton Rock'.]
You are positively Pleasantville, Sugarbee. Any parent should be fucking delighted to have you.
Pleasantville? You make me sound like a Stepford Wife... [Really the use of Pleasantville as an adjective had him thinking of Betty's mom and that idea was particularly scary.]
I'll make sure I tell my dad about your recommendation though. [He probably wouldn't. Because his dad was obsessed with the idea of him finding a nice boy and based on Felix's car alone his dad would probably disagree. Muscle cars held too much potential in t hat regard.]
Please tell me you're getting out of here for college. You're too good for suburbia or you will end up some impotent bland milk toast of a man's Stepford wife.
[Felix eyed the little houses behind his mirror shades.
Of course I'm getting out of here for college. [He was half tempted to smack Felix at the suggestion he might do otherwise.] And stop insulting suburbia... Riverdale is a perfectly nice place. [Said in such a way that indicates even Kevin isn't sure if that's true anymore.]
[His eyes are still masked by the mirror shades, but the tip of one eyebrow can just barely be seen giving Kevin an impressive rise over the edge before his attention turns back to the road.]
Okay, ignoring the whole body in the river thing for a minute here, because I'm generous - Suburbia is fucked, man.
[Buckle in for a rant, Kevin.]
At least in the city, sure, cousin Martin got arrested for possession but everyone knows he did. You send him a Christmas card and put money in his commissary account while you wait for him to get released and probably get picked up again. There's no hiding it - you can't, not crammed so close together, so people mostly stop trying.
Now, suburbia, everyone fucking touts the little boxes on the hillside as the perfect Peyton Place but you get just as many drug addicts, criminals, you name it, they're just all behind the scenes and you never know who it's gonna be until Mama comes to get you from school because Daddy just got busted for having fifteen bodies in the basement of kids that went missing who look just like you and you don't want to know what he did to them.
[That's when he thankfully pulls into the diner parking lot, throwing the car into park and pulling up the emergency break. He tosses his shades onto the dashboard and gives Kevin a very serious look.]
I don't fucking trust suburbia, man. I like my sharks to keep their teeth in a more obvious place.
[Kevin sits by and listens to Felix's rant about the merits of Suburbia and truthfully speaking, the other boy had a lot of really fair points. By the time he's finished Kevin is actually sporting a smile and nodding along with the discussion.] I mean you technically just described half the stuff that happens here... I mean... the thing about fifteen bodies is really creepy and I hope you heard about that in a T.V. show or something and it isn't something you just made up because I'd wanna pass you the number of a therapist.
[Kevin reaches up though, palms out in a peace gesture.] Hey, I'll keep my teeth exactly where you tell me to, you're not gonna have the suburbia problem with me.
Well, you need anyone to help you hide a body, this ain't my first rodeo.
[Is he joking? Is he serious? Felix has a way of saying these things with a perfectly straight face.]
Come on, Sugarbee. Made some good money, I'll get your dinner along with a milkshake if you want.
[Good money meaning in a street race, his main source of income it seems like. Though he's perfectly happy to race for bragging rights and/or the pure fun of it.]
I'm gonna pretend you didn't just say that because there was this whole part earlier where I said I kinda didn't want to be involved in a lot of criminal activities tonight. [He grins though because he wasn't being serious; working under the proviso at least that Felix himself wasn't being serious about hiding bodies.]
Should I even ask? [He meant about how Felix made his money but really, who didn't want to get treated to milkshakes.] Wait, never mind... I didn't bring my wallet anyway.
Bad idea to forget your wallet. Never know when you might need to flee the country in a rush.
[Felix heads on in and grabs a table, sliding into the booth. This place is so goddamn retro. Like no one's touched it since the fifties. Hella aesthetic.]
Saying I could have a job instead of I have a job is a pretty strong indication that you don't have a job. [Kevin rolls his eyes though, taking it all in good humour.]
I'm feeling pretty optimistic when I say I won't need to flee the country tonight. [Except he eyes Felix a little wearily because he didn't want to know what thoughts ran through the other boy's head if he thought that fleeing the country was the kind of thing you did at the drop of a hat.]
[Kevin rolls his eyes but he's smiling happily as they cross over to a booth and he slides in.] There's prepared and then there's a guy offered to buy me a milkshake and dinner so I really don't need my wallet.
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you're screwing up my vibe, dude.
[In spite of the text, Felix did have his radio turned down and his lights off as his sleek black 1978 Pontiac Firebird Trans Am gently pulled up in front of Kevin's house, windows open to account for the heat that had yet to bleed off from the earlier day even as everything had gone dark.
He even put out his cigarette as he leaned over and unlocked the passenger door for Kevin, giving it a shove to open it for him. It was about as gentlemanly as Felix got.]
Beep beep, c'mon, my hangover demands a burger.
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He moves quickly over to the vehicle and dives in, pulling the door closed behind him as he turns to Felix with a smile.] Sorry for killing your vibe, I promise you can go right back to being whoever you want the moment the house is out of the rear view mirror.
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[Felix has a way of saying that where it doesn't even sound the least bit sarcastic. He's also moving as soon as Kevin's ass hits the seat, trusting him to get the door closed and his seat belt on in a reasonable amount of time.
Look, he's not even gunning it at 80 through a residential area. Positively gentlemanly.]
How about you, got worries about being yourself before dear old dad's place is in the rearview mirror?
[Felix will never ever get on Kevin's case about any annoyance with anything related to his father, considering as far as Felix is concerned his own is Satan incarnate for vague non-specific reasons given.]
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[Kevin eyes him at the question.] Hey... I'm still myself around my dad. I just don't want him thinking I'm some kind of delinquent. [He felt bad though because realistically speaking, he hid a lot from his dad. If it wasn't his sexuality it was the activities he got up to most nights with Betty and the gang. His involvement in things these days was a lot heavier than he let on.]
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He turns the lights on as soon as their out of view of Kevin's house, turns the radio back on. The playlist has played on, volume coming back up to the beginning of Queen's 'Brighton Rock'.]
You are positively Pleasantville, Sugarbee. Any parent should be fucking delighted to have you.
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I'll make sure I tell my dad about your recommendation though. [He probably wouldn't. Because his dad was obsessed with the idea of him finding a nice boy and based on Felix's car alone his dad would probably disagree. Muscle cars held too much potential in t hat regard.]
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[Felix eyed the little houses behind his mirror shades.
He didn't trust suburbia.]
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Okay, ignoring the whole body in the river thing for a minute here, because I'm generous - Suburbia is fucked, man.
[Buckle in for a rant, Kevin.]
At least in the city, sure, cousin Martin got arrested for possession but everyone knows he did. You send him a Christmas card and put money in his commissary account while you wait for him to get released and probably get picked up again. There's no hiding it - you can't, not crammed so close together, so people mostly stop trying.
Now, suburbia, everyone fucking touts the little boxes on the hillside as the perfect Peyton Place but you get just as many drug addicts, criminals, you name it, they're just all behind the scenes and you never know who it's gonna be until Mama comes to get you from school because Daddy just got busted for having fifteen bodies in the basement of kids that went missing who look just like you and you don't want to know what he did to them.
[That's when he thankfully pulls into the diner parking lot, throwing the car into park and pulling up the emergency break. He tosses his shades onto the dashboard and gives Kevin a very serious look.]
I don't fucking trust suburbia, man. I like my sharks to keep their teeth in a more obvious place.
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[Kevin reaches up though, palms out in a peace gesture.] Hey, I'll keep my teeth exactly where you tell me to, you're not gonna have the suburbia problem with me.
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Well, you need anyone to help you hide a body, this ain't my first rodeo.
[Is he joking? Is he serious? Felix has a way of saying these things with a perfectly straight face.]
Come on, Sugarbee. Made some good money, I'll get your dinner along with a milkshake if you want.
[Good money meaning in a street race, his main source of income it seems like. Though he's perfectly happy to race for bragging rights and/or the pure fun of it.]
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Should I even ask? [He meant about how Felix made his money but really, who didn't want to get treated to milkshakes.] Wait, never mind... I didn't bring my wallet anyway.
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[He doesn't.]
You don't know that I don't.
[It's not exactly a secret.]
Bad idea to forget your wallet. Never know when you might need to flee the country in a rush.
[Felix heads on in and grabs a table, sliding into the booth. This place is so goddamn retro. Like no one's touched it since the fifties. Hella aesthetic.]
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I'm feeling pretty optimistic when I say I won't need to flee the country tonight. [Except he eyes Felix a little wearily because he didn't want to know what thoughts ran through the other boy's head if he thought that fleeing the country was the kind of thing you did at the drop of a hat.]
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Goodluck and godspeed then. Better to always be prepared though.
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