He's the guy who followed Dean in here. Marks are usually older, but this guy's probably not any older than Dean. Old enough to rent a car, or Dean wouldn't have found him loitering around the gas station.
Balamb may be the middle of nowhere, but at least the washroom floor isn't sticky under Dean's knees.
Jesus Christ, who needs that many belts?
It doesn't take long. The guy doesn't say much, not even when he comes. Fine by Dean. He's not sucking cock at gas stations to find romance.
He splashes water on his face with one hand, classic misdirect, even though the guy's still fucking around with his fifteen belts. Walking for the door, though, that gets Dean a Funguar-in-head lights stare.
"How about you take five to pull yourself together?" he prompts. "I'll go first, so nobody puts two and two together."
And that's how Dean gets the keys to a classic car with a full tank of gas, without paying a gil.
Dean Winchester/Squall Leonhart, "Motor Head", T (vaguely described blowjob)
"What do you think?"
He's the guy who followed Dean in here. Marks are usually older, but this guy's probably not any older than Dean. Old enough to rent a car, or Dean wouldn't have found him loitering around the gas station.
Balamb may be the middle of nowhere, but at least the washroom floor isn't sticky under Dean's knees.
Jesus Christ, who needs that many belts?
It doesn't take long. The guy doesn't say much, not even when he comes. Fine by Dean. He's not sucking cock at gas stations to find romance.
He splashes water on his face with one hand, classic misdirect, even though the guy's still fucking around with his fifteen belts. Walking for the door, though, that gets Dean a Funguar-in-head lights stare.
"How about you take five to pull yourself together?" he prompts. "I'll go first, so nobody puts two and two together."
And that's how Dean gets the keys to a classic car with a full tank of gas, without paying a gil.