Roadside, Gas Station, Unknown City, Unknown State...
Fury blazed behind the hazel eyes of the middle-aged driver as he stood before the clerk who had held up his hands in the wake of the robbers entering his store and aiming their collective guns in his direction. The driver rolled his eyes as he'd been in less than a good mood since the day began and his temperament had become even worse in the wake of the attempted robbery. The two very foolish men brandished their weapons in his direction barking orders as if he'd been the type to follow them after taking note of his worn grey suit and shiny golden Rolex watch when he entered the store.
The would-be robbers were armatures at best and possibly horrible shots at worst and it only served to make his decision all the more easy as he ignored the demands from the first gunman with green eyes and what appeared to be trembling hands as he gripped a .9MM handgun while aiming it at the new arrival. He wore a red jacket with a high collar and a grey ski mask. The second gunman was smaller than the first and wore a blue jacket with a high collar and a black ski mask and held a shotgun that he didn't seem to have much practice using in stressful situations.
If there was ever a stressful situation, a robbery attempt was most definitely it.
The driver had been quite annoyed as it was and this only seemed to intensify his rage as he ignored the prodding of the smaller man's shotgun against his back and swiftly moved to swipe the gun from his hands and break his neck after launching his furious fist into the smaller man's jaw crushing it in an instant and causing him to drop his gun and hold his face before he was unceremoniously flipped and grabbed via the angry man about the neck before the driver snapped it in mid-motion and collected the gun which he now aimed at the other would-be robber who had been stunned at how quickly his friend had collapsed dead on the floor following his neck being broken due to the efforts of the enraged stranger.
"GARY!?" growled the second gunman "WHAT THE FUCK!?", as he took to aiming his gun rather shakily at the still very enraged driver who had not the time nor the patience for suffering fools after the night he had already.
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Outside....
Lex was panting as he attempted to do something about the growing discomfort between his legs, but his efforts only seemed to make his affliction all the more worse as he leaned back against the leather passenger seat whimpering in agony at the continued sensation of heat that filled him and his arousal bordering on painful. He recalled just how angry his companion had been when he arrived to find him being felt up against a brick wall by four drunken and very handsy men and the subsequent moaning did little to endear the angry man to him as he attempted to keep his wits about him as his needy young body longed to give in.
He wished he could appease his companion as the recollection of his rough calloused hands moving along his heated skin felt good even when he'd been sitting alone in the car for what seemed like hours on end as the man continued his shopping at the gas station market. It had occurred to the ailing teenager to inquire as to what had been taking so long, but he had not wished to upset his companion any further by crowding him and risking anyone else finding out about his unseemly intoxication despite his need for the absentee man at that moment.
As he sat driven to near-on madness via the ever-building measure of lust within him, the blond teen decided to make himself a bit more presentable to appease his companion and straightened the black wig he'd previously worn when dealing with the men who had approached him.
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Back Inside The Gas Station.....
The angry driver turned his attention to the last remaining gunman. His hazel eyes focused on the shakey orbs of blue as the man attempted to force him to surrender the weapon in his hands. The middle-aged man tossed the shotgun at the would-be first robber and caused him to split his attention before he swiftly drew a switchblade from his pocket and sliced the offending man's throat causing him to drop both guns and stumble backward choking on his blood as his body rapidly grew limp and he too collapsed in a pool of his partner's blood adding to the slick crimson mess with his own before succumbing to his demise.
The old clerk watched with his mouth wide open and his hands still held high in the air as the angry driver turned his attention back to his chosen purchases as if were business as usual.
He didn't seem all that bothered by the bodies behind him as it had been one of those days.
"Call the cops," he said while tossing a five-dollar bill onto the counter only to be waved off by the clerk. "I came for gas too."
The clerk nodded and pushed the button to allow the gas to flow where his car was located, it wasn't hard to decipher as it had been the only vehicle in sight. The driver yawned and turned his attention toward stepping over the blood pool and dead bodies going out to his car where he filled up his tank free of charge and finally climbed into the driver's side. He saw that Lex had taken to making himself a bit more presentable in his absence and rolled his eyes.
He was still furious about the foolish lad going out like that in the first place. The subsequent damage he caused by not listening had only made everything worse for both of them.
The delirious teen turned his attention toward him as more tears streamed down his cheeks and the driver set about starting the engine and getting them down the highway after putting his collection of purchases into the backseat. He didn't doubt for a moment that this would be a long night and planned to make for the nearest roadside motel.
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Roadside Motel, Unknown City, Unknown State...
Still furious, the driver pulled into the parking lot and took a few moments before grabbing the bag in the backseat and leading the drugged-out sixteen-year-old "girl" that ended up being "Lex" into the motel's front office. He'd been still reeling from the attack and the drugged drink still coursing through his system. The clerk took one look at them feeling the same sense of uneasiness as he looked up at The driver and then back at the "girl" whom he believed had been the victim in all of this. The clerk was a rather portly man, the kind that collected comic books in his spare time and ignored the world outside daily.
"Can I help you?" he asked once more looking at the drunken "girl" in a bid to avoid eye contact with the strange man who had towered above them both despite being at the front desk.
"We'd like a room." replied the driver, his voice rough and rich in baritone due to the shifting of the late hour.
"I have one left with only one bed." replied the clerk not at all oblivious as to what was possibly going on here.
"We'll take it." replied the driver his chaotic dark eyes glaring at the portly clerk for a few moments as if daring him to stick his interestingly defined nose into business that had not been his own.
The clerk gave no further indication of interest beyond accepting his payment and exchanging the key for the evening. This was after all a well-scouted no-tell motel and he wasn't in the business of pissing off what appeared to have been a wealthy customer.
The driver and the drunken "girl" Lex headed upstairs toward their newly acquired room for the night. The clerk was glad to see the strange man go, although he had not known what would be in store for the drunken woman on his arm or the exact nature of their apparent relationship.
He had been merely content to act as if he'd never met them for fear of the strange man coming to speak to him again.