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alley flirting || tim

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First of all, it wasn't your fault you were walking in a bad part of town all by yourself at night. You had been with your best-friend at a party and they got shit-faced. They went home with someone, you have no idea who, and took the car with them. You had gone with them in the car to the party so now you had to walk home. It was your car. Luckily you hadn't gotten too drunk and had sobered up now. Well sort of, you were a little tipsy. You were supposed to be the designated driver. Damn it. So much for that. When your friend left you started drinking.
You were walking on the Greaser side of town. Right by the tracks, close to the alleys. You hated to admit it but since you were intoxicated you didn't exactly know where you were or where you were going either. Also it was night so it was darker. You were pretty much wandering aimlessly if you were being honest.

You decided that you'd take a shortcut to god knows where. You turn down one of the alleys, whistling as you walk down it. You then realize that its night and you're being an idiot by causing noise in a shady alley way. Needless to say you shut up and walk faster. You got about halfway down the unlit alley before shit hit the fan.

Someone, who you assumed was a man due to the strength of him compared to you, grabs your arm. He twists it behind your back, not too painfully, and you know you're screwed. You hope you won't get mugged. You struggle but it does nothing so you play it cool. You feel something press against your lower back and ass a little. It doesn't seem intentional. Probably a switch blade pressed into you because it was in a pocket of his pants. It sure feels like one. You're sure it's a man now; you don't feel any boobs against your back. And you would definitely feel something because he was really close. Maybe it was your alcohol induced state, maybe not, but it was turning you on.

"Is that a switchblade in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?" You ask the man.

The man gives a deep chuckle.

Maybe you could convince him to let you go with humour? You get broken out of your thoughts his soothing yet intimidating voice.

"What are you doing here? What business do you have?" He asks.

It's like he's interrogating you, geez.

"None with you, I'll tell you that right now. I don't even know your name." You reply as you try to turn your head to face him. Your voice was slightly slurred which mildly surprised you.

"The names Tim, Tim Shepard." Tim looks at you like you're weird. "You've gotta know me, unless you're new here."

It hits you like a slap across the face. Fuck.

"Like the gang leader of the Shepard's gang?" At this point you're just hoping he's lying.

Your body becomes a little tenser as you worry but not half as tense as it would be if you were completely sober. You hadn't heard great things about him. Most of the stories out there were about the bad things he did and how many times he had been in jail.

"Yep. So you know who I am?" Tim asks.

"Mm-hmm. You gonna let me go?" You reply in a bubbly tone.

You figured it wouldn't be that easy but it was worth a shot.

"First, why are you here?"

"I was at a party earlier, I left and I was taking a short cut down this alley." You try to explain but doubt he'll believe you.

"To where?"

There's silence for a moment.

"You know what? I don't even know. I'm a little tipsy right now." You giggle to yourself.