Vic immediately shoots daggers at Ray who smiles gleefully back as if he just smelled shit for the first time and, I’ll be, that’s a mighty pleasant bouquet.

The officer stands erect, puts his pad away and looks to his own car, contemplating back up. “I’m gonna ask you gentlemen to step out of the car.”

Hanging his head, Vic mutters to Ray, “I am going to kill you, you Son. Of. A. Bitch.” He and Ray both get out of the car.

“If you’ll both stand over by my vehicle, I’m going to search this car with your permission.”

Vic rolls his eyes. “He’s just stupid officer. He didn’t mean that.”

“If you gentlemen will stand by my vehicle.”

Vic and Ray walk slowly towards the police car as Ray says conspiratorially, “Dipshit should’ve searched us first.”

Under his breath as well, Vic says, “If you say another God damned word, he’s gonna’ have to arrest me for murder.”

Ray gets out a cigarette and lights up. Now he’s payin’ attention. Yeah, now we’re livin’. They stop by the bumper and Vic refuses to look at his compatriot, his arms crossed. Ray rests his bulk on the hood of the cop car. “Another fine mess you’ve gotten us into, Stanley.”

“Shut. Up.” Vic hisses. He watches the officer scuttling through the glove compartment. “I’m not shittin’ you. I will skin you alive if we end in a county lock-up.”

“He’s jes talkin’.”

“I will kick the beejesus out of you.”

“Aw, calm down. There’s no marijuana, dummy.”

“So, what did you go and tell him there was for?”

Ray shrugs, “He looked bored.”

Vic makes a fist and puts it up in Ray’s face, still not looking at him.

The police officer stands up from out of the car and shouts over to Vic, “Sir, would open up the trunk please?”

“There isn’t anything illicit officer,” Vic pleads, getting his car keys out.

“Well, nothin’ you’re gonna’ find,” Ray adds.

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