Two things Billy wasn't expecting: Steve hovering nearby and Steve stepping in. The first was frustrating, the second made him grateful as all fuck. Even if the excuse was a piss poor one. He nods, weakly, barely even making his polite excuses and definitely not promising to come back and pick up the conversation. There's no chance. Hell, he might not come back in at all. He's done his thing. Wowed people with his still being alive. Made his showing and if this was all the small town wanted to talk about why should he even stay.
"Sure, show me the clunker. Tell me it's not the Beamer still. That shit isn't made for long term."
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"Sure, show me the clunker. Tell me it's not the Beamer still. That shit isn't made for long term."