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tamingthemuseTitle: Burger Joint
Prompt: Year of the Pig
Rating: PG
Fandom: Dexter
Summary: Close calls and grease balls
Naming years after animals makes sense. Humans are animals after all. Year of the pig seemed right. Year of the stuck pig sounded even better to his ears. Especially when the stuck pig killed two little girls for seeing him do a drug deal. There was nothing he hated more than a kid killer and this guy was the top of the top.
The boy was a policeman’s son. Got off by using his dad’s connections to get the finger prints wiped right off the gun. Dangerous boy like that shouldn’t be walking around on the streets free of bars and chains. Those girls would never walk again, never enjoy a soda and fries like he was doing now.
Dexter had stalked to him a little burger joint. It was an oasis for scum bags and he wanted to burn it sometimes. Wash away any evidence of these assholes. There was only one reason to keep a local burger joint open all night and it had everything to do with illegal drugs and dangerous secrets. Cops couldn’t bust it for anything since drugs and guns weren’t allowed inside. Rules of the house and they were kept strictly. Drug dealers wanted to be able to go in. All the best contacts settled here and they wanted a piece of that oh so rich pie.
Dexter shifted back in his sit and checked his needle. It was half full of the chemicals that would knock the overweight drop out off his feet. He tucked the protected syringe into his pocket and glanced back at the window just in time to hear a knock on his own. He jumped and turned to see a cop, none other than the boy’s father knocking on his window. He turned on the car battery and rolled down his window.
“Yes officer?” Dexter asked his voice shaky. Did he know? How could he? Dexter hadn’t even had to look up more than a few files and he’d checked his tracks. How could Officer Purson know he was stalking his son, ready to kill him as an act of revenge?
“What are you doing here, son?” the officer said looking up at the sky, “Might be a bit late to be out.”
“Honestly? I’m a little tired. Keep nodding off a bit. I was thinking of getting a nap in the car before trying to head home. Got more than a bit of a drive home,” Dexter said knowing his eyes were already blood shot and there was real circles under his eyes. Life had been busy late. Stalking this guy, work, Reta. It was all a bit of a mess and it was an easy story to buy.
“Ah, that’s real smart of you,” the officer complemented, “But I suggest getting a hotel up the street. Real cheap but nice sheets and clean showers. This isn’t the part of town you want to doze off in. Lot of real tough cookies who’d rather cut you than look at you,.”
I’d rather cute you than look at you. You’re just as responsible as he is, but the code says deed doer only you lucky fuck, Dexter thought but none of it showed on his face. Instead a friendly smile bloosemed.
“Thanks for the advice, sir. I’ll get a move on,” Dexter said starting the engine and the police officer nodded and headed off. Dexter let out a breath as he got away. If the cop had searched he would have had to kill him. Which was way too dangerous, but he would have welcomed the excuse.
Prompt: Year of the Pig
Rating: PG
Fandom: Dexter
Summary: Close calls and grease balls
Naming years after animals makes sense. Humans are animals after all. Year of the pig seemed right. Year of the stuck pig sounded even better to his ears. Especially when the stuck pig killed two little girls for seeing him do a drug deal. There was nothing he hated more than a kid killer and this guy was the top of the top.
The boy was a policeman’s son. Got off by using his dad’s connections to get the finger prints wiped right off the gun. Dangerous boy like that shouldn’t be walking around on the streets free of bars and chains. Those girls would never walk again, never enjoy a soda and fries like he was doing now.
Dexter had stalked to him a little burger joint. It was an oasis for scum bags and he wanted to burn it sometimes. Wash away any evidence of these assholes. There was only one reason to keep a local burger joint open all night and it had everything to do with illegal drugs and dangerous secrets. Cops couldn’t bust it for anything since drugs and guns weren’t allowed inside. Rules of the house and they were kept strictly. Drug dealers wanted to be able to go in. All the best contacts settled here and they wanted a piece of that oh so rich pie.
Dexter shifted back in his sit and checked his needle. It was half full of the chemicals that would knock the overweight drop out off his feet. He tucked the protected syringe into his pocket and glanced back at the window just in time to hear a knock on his own. He jumped and turned to see a cop, none other than the boy’s father knocking on his window. He turned on the car battery and rolled down his window.
“Yes officer?” Dexter asked his voice shaky. Did he know? How could he? Dexter hadn’t even had to look up more than a few files and he’d checked his tracks. How could Officer Purson know he was stalking his son, ready to kill him as an act of revenge?
“What are you doing here, son?” the officer said looking up at the sky, “Might be a bit late to be out.”
“Honestly? I’m a little tired. Keep nodding off a bit. I was thinking of getting a nap in the car before trying to head home. Got more than a bit of a drive home,” Dexter said knowing his eyes were already blood shot and there was real circles under his eyes. Life had been busy late. Stalking this guy, work, Reta. It was all a bit of a mess and it was an easy story to buy.
“Ah, that’s real smart of you,” the officer complemented, “But I suggest getting a hotel up the street. Real cheap but nice sheets and clean showers. This isn’t the part of town you want to doze off in. Lot of real tough cookies who’d rather cut you than look at you,.”
I’d rather cute you than look at you. You’re just as responsible as he is, but the code says deed doer only you lucky fuck, Dexter thought but none of it showed on his face. Instead a friendly smile bloosemed.
“Thanks for the advice, sir. I’ll get a move on,” Dexter said starting the engine and the police officer nodded and headed off. Dexter let out a breath as he got away. If the cop had searched he would have had to kill him. Which was way too dangerous, but he would have welcomed the excuse.
