When in Sin City ;; Phil Wenneck

Twelve: Mercedes in the dust

"Fuck those guys! you hear me? That was bullshit. I'm telling everybody we stole a cop car." Stu complained.

Phil sighed, "They let us go, who cares." he mentioned.

"I care! You can't just do that. You can't just tase people because you think it's funny." Stu huffed, "That's police brutality." he concurred, taking a deep breath to calm down, "I'm getting a soda, you guys want anything?"

"No." Phil responds, Stu sighs, walking off, to get a drink. "My man doesn't shut up jesus christ." Phil rubbed his chin, looking at Victoria who was basically passed out on the dirt and Alan who was silently sitting, staring off into the distance. "Alan, you okay?"

Alan sighed, "I'm just worried, what if something happened to Doug? Something bad, like Tori keeps saying?"

Phil sighed, "Vic's just havin a bad day, alright? You can't think like that." he assured, Alan, looking back down at Victoria who had now opened her eyes. He almost forgot what he was talking about as he locked eyes with her. How was she still so fucking hot even laying in dirt?

"I mean, what if he's dead. I can't afford to lose anybody close to me, again, it hurts too much." Alan frowned, his hands in his pocket. "I was so upset when my grandpa died."

Phil looked up and at Alan, frowning. "Oh, I'm sor- how'd he die?" he asked.

"World war II."

"Died in battle?"

"No he was skiing in Vermont, it was just during WWII." Alan recalled.

Victoria rolled her eyes, "Alan, Doug is fine." Phil smiled at Alan, trying to calm him down. It was cute, Phil actually caring about somebody elses feelings.

"Well why hasn't he called?" Alan continued to worry.

Feeling in a bad mood, Victoria sat up, "Well Alan, we have his phone, he probably doesn't have any money and for all we know-" Before she could finish, Phil had bent down, picked her up and thrown her over his shoulder, "What the fuck, Phil?" she cursed, not feeling like putting up a fight.

Phil dropped her around the corner, "What the hell is wrong with you?" he hissed, looking at her with worry, exhaustion and frustration. "First you pull that shit in the police station, talking about death penalty and murder and now this? What is going on?"

Victoria didn't say anything, she just stared at Phil. If Stu had every been right about anything, it was that Victoria was sad, and horny as hell. Especially because for some reason, Phil being married to another woman but still having sex with her, was a huge turn on.

She could see Phil's lips moving, probably him scolding her more but she blocked his words out, simply focused on his lips. They were thin, but he pulled them off, and made up for them in many more ways then one. His eyes were narrowed at Victoria as if he were a concerned teacher which really made it harder for Victoria not to kiss him because at this point, he was literally just feeding her daddy issues.

It felt like it was 130 degrees inside of her body, and Phil, wasn't helping. "Are you even listening to me?" She finally heard Phil say as he placed a hand on the side of Victoria's face. "Wait, were you telling the truth about heart cancer? Is the taser causing complications?"

Victoria rolled her eyes, "No asshole, I don't have heart cancer." she groaned. placing her head against the cool metal of the impound shop.

Phil stood there in silence, "Listen, it's just that Alan is really freaked out, I don't wanna freak him out more." he admitted. Victoria nodded and gulped, closing her eyes she let out a moan.