"I give you a new set of keys every year right after I change the locks. You're just mad you keep loosing them."

He would have rather had the chance to get a shower first, but he learned long ago not to get in the way of women and their food. So, still stinking of the grave, he slipped himself into the backseat of the car with the door still open and tried REALLY HARD not to judge about the nearly empty bottle of alcohol in the backseat with him. ~Damn fool would get herself arrested for sure if I wasn't here. Just what I would need, driving out to prison every week to visit her instead of her coming across town to mooch. I'd have to sell the farm for bail and fines.~

When Vicky slipped into the house to get her shoes, he took the bottle and unscrewed the cap before discreetly pouring it out as she came back out during the unwrapping of her gift. When she lunged for Mo, he flicked his wrist and sent the bottle flying far and away from them or the sheriff before closing his door.

"Very sweet, lets get going and you can gush all about it at the diner while waiting for food to get cooked."