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"You gonna need my help."
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niceguysfinishlastWho: Kip Pryor, Garrett Holt and Clint Chevalier
What: Objectifying connections
Where: Clint, etc.' place, NYC
When: Monday evening
It wasn't through Shannon that Kip knew Clint. It had just subsequently come to light that Fin's dad knew Clint, and had for a few years. Kip knew Clint from less savoury circumstances. Clint had pulled him out of a couple of shitty situations with dealers after he got into strife after Shannon's accident. That was how Kip knew how messy this drug shit could be. He hadn't actually told Garrett about any of that, because he figured it wasn't important. Clint basically intercepted and stopped Kip getting arrested for possession, being the sole reason Kip didn't have a criminal record now. He had told Kip to clean up, and get his shit together. Offered him help if he needed it. Kip was just too damn proud to take him up on it.
Only now, Shannon was being hurt so something needed to be done. Clint had connections basically every-fucking-where. He had worked undercover for years, not only having criminal connections, but also cop connections. He was one of slippery suckers who flew under the radar, whilst being completely exposed and not being reserved or dignified for anyone. In a lot of ways, that was probably how he got people to turn a blind eye. Kip had heard some stories, but he only just scratched the surface of it.
He finished his smoke out on the side walk, and flicked the butt away. Clint's place was huge. You wouldn't pick him as being loaded, but he was. So was his husband, who still had supermodel status, despite the horrible stabbing. Any dude who knew how to flip open a magazine at Kip's age had probably used Lincoln as spank bank material. He looked at Garrett. "Don't try to be basic or a pain in the ass. He'll nail you for it. He doesn't take any shit, and he'll call you on it. You name it, Clint's seen it, probably done it, and possibly caused someone's grisly death for it. I ain't kidding," he said, ringing the doorbell.
What: Objectifying connections
Where: Clint, etc.' place, NYC
When: Monday evening
It wasn't through Shannon that Kip knew Clint. It had just subsequently come to light that Fin's dad knew Clint, and had for a few years. Kip knew Clint from less savoury circumstances. Clint had pulled him out of a couple of shitty situations with dealers after he got into strife after Shannon's accident. That was how Kip knew how messy this drug shit could be. He hadn't actually told Garrett about any of that, because he figured it wasn't important. Clint basically intercepted and stopped Kip getting arrested for possession, being the sole reason Kip didn't have a criminal record now. He had told Kip to clean up, and get his shit together. Offered him help if he needed it. Kip was just too damn proud to take him up on it.
Only now, Shannon was being hurt so something needed to be done. Clint had connections basically every-fucking-where. He had worked undercover for years, not only having criminal connections, but also cop connections. He was one of slippery suckers who flew under the radar, whilst being completely exposed and not being reserved or dignified for anyone. In a lot of ways, that was probably how he got people to turn a blind eye. Kip had heard some stories, but he only just scratched the surface of it.
He finished his smoke out on the side walk, and flicked the butt away. Clint's place was huge. You wouldn't pick him as being loaded, but he was. So was his husband, who still had supermodel status, despite the horrible stabbing. Any dude who knew how to flip open a magazine at Kip's age had probably used Lincoln as spank bank material. He looked at Garrett. "Don't try to be basic or a pain in the ass. He'll nail you for it. He doesn't take any shit, and he'll call you on it. You name it, Clint's seen it, probably done it, and possibly caused someone's grisly death for it. I ain't kidding," he said, ringing the doorbell.
