"Hey,
Vin, did you hear what happened this weekend?" JD caught up to
his friend and started walking down the hall beside him, their steps
hurried. "Some moron caught himself on fire at the gas station.
He overfilled his tank and the gas spewed out, all over his
shirtsleeve and pants. I guess he'd paid at the pump and he just
jumped back in his car and immediately lit up a cigarette. His shirt
caught on fire. It was horrible. But when the police got there,
instead of taking him to the hospital, they arrested him."
Not
slowing his steps, Vin glanced sideways at him, shaking his head
incredulously. "Arrested him? For what? Being an idiot?"
"Nah,
they arrested him 'cause he had a firearm." JD blinked twice,
his voice nonchalant, a grin quickly spreading across his face.
Vin
stared at him.
"A
firearm." JD's eyes widened pointedly. His grin turning into a
knowing smirk.
Vin's
eyes narrowed slightly.
"A
Firearm," JD repeated as he nodded his head at his friend,
his grin slipping a little.
Vin
took in a deep breath as he came to a stop, staring at the younger
man with a twitching left eye.
JD
stopped next to him, facing the sharpshooter. His eyebrows rose as
he tried to put an innocent look on his face. "A... fire...
arm?" he said weekly, his voice drifting off as he gulped loudly.
The
two ATF agents stared at each other for a long moment before Vin let
out a yell, launching himself at his younger friend.
"I'll
show you a 'firearm'!" Vin grunted as he caught the younger man
in a headlock and tackled him to the floor.
The End
