Nicole was not your typical Alpha. She didn't swagger and posture, didn't puff out her chest and growl. She didn't look for fights, and while she met them head on when they came to her, she preferred to use her words to de-escalate any volatile situations. Her scent lacked the sharp edges metal and blood, and her eyes rarely gleamed with a harsh light.
No, Nicole was funny and quiet, and her eyes held a warmth that Waverly couldn't remember ever truly seeing in her young life. Nicole smelled more like warm leather, cinnamon, and freshly cut grass in spring. She smelled entirely too tempting to Waverly, which was why for the first time in years, actually in ever, Waverly was seriously considering taking a mate for the duration of her heat.
Waverly took a deep breath, steadying her nerves as much as was possible. She blew out the air, emptying her lungs in a desperate attempt to clear her mind of the myriad of thoughts jockeying for position, and only took another breath when she felt the constriction wrap around her lungs.
This was stupid, she'd been in this office a hundred times over the course of her life, dozens of times in the last couple of months. But this was different. Today was not a day for the weak of heart, and she mentally chastised herself, reminding herself that she was an Earp, and the Earps were tough if nothing else.
She growled at the door that simply stared back at her, and for a brief moment, she imagined that it was judging her, just like everyone else in this podunk town had done. She snorted at the thought of this benign, beat up looking door would actually judge her. God knew what it had seen during all of its years in Purgatory. She nodded sharply, and grasped the handle, yanking it open as she stepped through the door quickly, not giving herself time to rethink what she was doing.
She could smell her as soon as she stepped through the doors, and she inhaled sharply, feeling slightly dizzy as she drew Nicole's scent in. She felt her scent flow into her lungs, and she could swear she felt it swirl inside of her body, leaving behind the slightest wake of warmth.
She groaned slightly in exasperation. Maybe going off the suppressants hadn't been such a good idea. She bit her lip, gnawing on it for a moment as she slowly walked down the hall towards Nedley's office. She knew Nicole would be sitting at the front desk, her head bent studiously over whatever paperwork had been sent up by Dolls. Paperwork fabricated by Dolls in an efforts to leave Nedley and Nicole blind about what was really happening in Purgatory. God only knew when he came up with the time to create such elaborate fake files.
She imagined Nicole's head bent down, the collar of her shirt lightly pressing into her long, elegant neck. She would probably be fiddling with a pencil between her slim fingers, the other hand holding down a fistful of paper. Waverly imagined her braid might be hanging over her shoulder instead of down her back. She drew in a trembling breath when she imagined her hair hanging loosely around her shoulders, her brown eyes twinkling at Waverly, while a flush stole across her pale cheeks.
Waverly groaned again, this time more in desire than exasperation. Spending most of her life on suppressants had simply made being an Omega easier, specifically made being an Earp Omega easier. She was the first in three generations, and her father hadn't known what to do with her after she presented, and she had suffered in silence, locked in the barn during her first heat. Thankfully, by the second heat, Gus had managed to find suppressants, and she hadn't suffered a third. But now, well now, she was ready to suffer through her heat, but only with the right companion.
"Waverly?"
Waverly was jerked sharply out of her reverie when she heard the slightly confused voice from around the corner. She faltered, thinking it might not be too late to still turn back, to head back to the homestead, and take the last of her suppressants. Her heat wouldn't fully arrive for another few days. But the truth was the suppressants weren't working quite like they used to, and during the last couple of heats, a few Alphas had noticed. She had avoided town as much as possible, not wanting to have to contend with the Alphas lust and loathing in equal measure. Their Alphas might want to knot an Omega, but as an Earp, she was considered trash; and maybe that was the appeal for some of the Alphas. Knot an Earp, make the only Omega Earp in generations get on her knees and suck their dicks so they could brag about it later in Shorty's.
Her lips twisted at the thought. She'd be damned if she'd get on her knees for sneering Alphas. She blushed at the thought though of one Alpha, that she was sure wouldn't sneer at her, wouldn't degrade her and simply see her as a vessel to empty their lust into. No, one Alpha was anything but typical.
She smiled weakly as she rounded the corner and came to an abrupt halt as her eyes crashed with warm brown eyes, but she could easily see the worry furrowing the pale brow in front of her, and she almost stumbled across her own feet as she hurried to the desk; suddenly wanting nothing more than to reach out and smooth the wrinkles in Nicole's forehead. She barely managed to stop from making a fool of herself.
"Waves?' Nicole started to rise to her feet, suddenly even more worried at the flush that bloomed across Waverly's cheeks. But she staggered and gripped the edge of her desk hard when she smelled the first tendrils of Waverly's scent wrap themselves around her. She barely refrained from swearing, and she tried to breathe through her mouth, but it simply made it worse, and she could almost taste Waverly on her tongue: purple clover and mountain mint. Her mouth watered at the thought. There was a trace of something else, but she couldn't quite pinpoint what it was, and she couldn't help but inhale sharply, her nostrils flaring as she drew Waverly deep into her lungs.
"Wa-Waverly," she stuttered as she suddenly sat back down on her stool with a thump. Her hands shook, and she put her elbows up on the desk, dropping her head into her hands for a moment, as she tried to ground herself. She didn't know whether to slam her head on the desk in disbelief that Waverly was an Omega and about to go into heat, or whether she should attempt to get to her feet, and with as much dignity as possible, hastily head for the nearest exit.
"Uh…hi, Nicole." Waverly bit her lip again, not entirely sure if she wanted Nicole to lift her head and look at her, or if it would be easier for Nicole to remain in her position. Figuring neither would be particularly easy, and trying to convince herself not to turn and run from the room, she stared up at the ceiling instead, idly noting the listless fan in the ceiling that spun slowly. Around and around and around, as if it too were burdened with the all the secrets of Purgatory. She scowled, shaking her shoulders slightly, and finally looked back at Nicole, her eyes widening in comical surprise when she realized that Nicole was on her feet and leaning slightly over the desk staring intently at Waverly. She hadn't even heard the older girl move.
"Uh…" but her voice trailed off when she saw Nicole's eyes flutter closed for a moment and her grip on the edge of the desk tightened. Her fingers were completely white, and Waverly wasn't sure the desk would hold up under the pressure of the Alpha's grip.
"You-I mean…" Nicole's voice scratched painfully in her throat, and she winced slightly at the rough sound. She swallowed hard, steadying herself before trying again. "You're an…" her voice trailed off in a breathy whisper, her eyes widening as Waverly's gentle scent continued to waft around her. She wanted to bask in it, wrap it around her like a cozy blanket, and she felt her eyes droop slightly, and she couldn't help the purr that suddenly rumbled in her chest. She blinked and blushed when she saw Waverly's eyes widen, but the small smile kissing the edges of the younger girl's mouth, made Nicole smile also; and she felt instant relief despite the tightening of all of her muscles.
But as she inhaled again, she could smell the traces of heat underlying Waverly's scent, and she felt a shiver shake her frame slightly. She bit her lip. "I didn't realize that…I mean...you're an…" but she saw the minute tightening of Waverly's lips, the way her eyes dulled slightly, and Nicole almost bit off her own tongue as she hastily swallowed the last word.
Omega. The younger girl was an Omega, and Nicole was shocked that she'd missed it. She licked her dry lips, all too aware that the girl was also unmated, and she realized with a slight shock that Waverly must have been on suppressants for years, for her to not realize what the youngest Earp was.
"Here," she blurted out. "I mean, you're here." She said the last word again with emphasis, and finally released her stranglehold on the edge of the desk, mentally congratulating herself on her desperate save. She winced slightly as she stretched out her fingers. She smiled ruefully and gave a little shrug at Waverly's questioning look. She tried to rub the feeling back into her fingers as surreptitiously as possible, but she knew Waverly saw.
She cocked her head and studied Waverly for a moment, noting the finest sheen of sweat starting to bead along her brow, the wide eyes, slightly parted lips, the almost tremulous shake of hands that she couldn't quite hide, no matter how hard she gripped the strap of her bag that hung off her shoulder.
"Are you ok, Waverly?" She asked softly, trying to make the growing burr in her voice as soothing as possible, and she couldn't help but beam in pride when she saw Waverly relax slightly.
"Yes, I just came to…I mean…" Waverly shifted, gripping her bag strap tighter in her hand, while her other hand played with the hem of her short shirt. She winced slightly when her fingers grazed the skin of her own belly, and she realized a little too late that wearing such a small and revealing shirt today might not have been the smartest idea of hers.
Then again…she bit her lip when Nicole's gaze inevitably drifted down to stare at the small hand that had captured her attention. She watched in almost silent hypnotization as Nicole's tongue peeked out and slowly wet her lips, the Alpha's eyes glued to the expanse of Waverly's belly. The Alpha only managed to tear her gaze away when Waverly futilely tugged lightly at the bottom of her shirt in an attempt at covering some of her belly.
Nicole flushed in embarrassment when she realized she'd been caught staring, and her eyes darted around the room, refusing to look at Waverly. She stuttered an apology that didn't quite come fully to fruition despite the fact that she was mortified that she'd been looking at Waverly as if she were a piece of meat. She silently cursed her Alpha nature, gritted her teeth, and silently pummeled her Alpha into submission before finally meeting Waverly's gaze with a tentative smile.
"It's ok," muttered Waverly. She smiled at Nicole, knowing the older girl had never meant any harm by staring. The weight of her gaze had tingled, and she'd felt excitement and heat coiling in her belly. It was nothing like the other looks she'd sometimes received after the Alphas in town discovered she was an Omega a few heats ago.
Nicole nodded in relief, knowing that Waverly meant what she said. The girl never said anything unless she meant it, and Nicole found that she enjoyed the younger girl's directness. She knew where she stood with Waverly. She was her friend. Nothing more. Except the younger girl's gaze lingered on Nicole's face, and there was a gentleness in her eyes that was directed solely to Nicole, and it almost tore the breath from her lungs.
Nicole took a few shallow breaths, centering herself before she smiled warmly at Waverly and made her way around the desk to stand in front of her. She slid between Waverly and the desk and leaned back against the desk, slouching her body and bracing her feet on the floor. She was now closer to Waverly's height, and she hoped she didn't seem as intimidating as before. An Omega in heat, could easily be intimidated by a strong Alpha, and while Nicole knew she certainly wasn't the strongest Alpha in town, she had no desire to make Waverly feel frightened and unsafe.
Waverly smiled and nodded ever so slightly, recognizing it for what it was. Nicole was in charge of her Alpha, and Waverly was safe. She was safe with Nicole. Waverly nodded again, a little more emphatically this time, knowing she had chosen correctly.
"Soooooo…I have a bit of a problem that I was hoping you could help me with?" She tried to smile charmingly at Nicole, but when brown eyes warmed and softened even more like melting chocolate in the noon day sun, Waverly knew that her smile had been more nervous than charming.
"Anything, Waverly," breathed Nicole softly. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the soft curves and lines of Waverly's face, and she wanted nothing more than to kiss the bridge of the other girl's nose, run her fingers lightly down her cheek, nip at the smooth lines of her jaw.
"My heat is coming. In a few days, I think."
Nicole just managed to bite back a groan, and she felt the first signs of pressure in her lower abdomen. She was thankful that her body wasn't changing yet to accommodate her Alpha's need to mate an Omega, so she ignored the growing pressure, and nodded for Waverly to continue.
"Right. So, the suppressants haven't really been working as well in my last heats, and the doctor warned Gus that they will probably stop working all together soon." Waverly bit her lip for a moment before sighing and rushing on, "I stopped taking them. So I'm going to actually go into heat, and I don't want to do it alone."
Nicole felt all of the moisture in her mouth drain south, and she swallowed a couple of times before managing to squeak out, "What about Champ? The boy man?" Nicole couldn't help but add the last part, despite knowing it might be a little childish. Champ didn't even make the list of people she barely tolerated.
Waverly snorted and rolled her eyes, and Nicole chuckled at the look of dismissive irritation tinged with what Nicole could only cheerfully describe as pity on Waverly's face. "Champ is nice, but for something like this…he's useless." She smiled gently at Nicole, chewing on her bottom lip before huffing in indignation. "Actually, he's useless regardless the situation. It's why I broke up with him."
"Oh?" Nicole reached back slightly, resting her hands on the edge of the desk to ground herself so she didn't seem too eager. "Was that the only reason you broke up with him?"
Waverly's eyes widened slightly at the husky burr in Nicole's voice, and she shifted awkwardly for a moment, suddenly all too aware that her panties weren't quite as dry as they had been a few moments ago. She huffed a little again and then smirked at Nicole.
"Maybe there was another reason. But I'll tell you about it later." She grinned almost wickedly at Nicole when she heard the older girl gasp slightly. She stepped a little closer until they were only inches apart. She inhaled sharply. She let her mouth drop open a bit, and her tongue flickered out, scenting Nicole. It was such a primal thing to do, but she couldn't help herself. She wanted to taste Nicole, and a sudden blush inflamed her cheeks at the way her addled brain teased her with double meanings. And even as she inhaled Nicole's scent, she instinctively pushed her own scent towards Nicole, wrapping her in the soft tendrils of her pheromones.
Nicole's eyes widened, and she barely refrained from standing abruptly and grasping at Waverly to pull her into her chest. But it was an invitation she could not resist, so instead she let her mouth drop open, and she leaned her head towards Waverly, turning her head at the last minute until her nose was almost pressed into Waverly's neck just below the curve of her jaw line. She inhaled deeply, letting Waverly's scent slip across her tongue. She swallowed the pungent scent of clover and mint and flame. She licked her lips, wanting desperately to lick the glistening skin of Waverly's neck where she knew her scent was strongest at the moment. But Waverly hadn't given her permission. She withdrew reluctantly, her lips pursed almost in a pout.
Waverly felt her muscles tighten when Nicole leaned in and scented her under her jawline. She wasn't sure at first if her muscles were poised to take flight or if it was arousal, but when Nicole pulled back, Waverly felt a wave of disappointment so intense she gasped. Arousal. It had definitely been anticipation and arousal.
"You," she murmured and brought both her hands up to gently cup Nicole's face. "You," she muttered again as she leaned in a pressed her mouth lightly against Nicole's. She felt Nicole stiffen momentarily, and then Waverly sighed when strong arms wrapped gently around her waist, and the taller body melted into her own.
Nicole could barely suppress the giddy laugh that threatened to burst from her chest, and she nuzzled her face lightly into Waverly's hair. "Are you sure?" She pulled back so she could see Waverly, see her eyes and make sure there was no lie or discomfort hidden in their dark depths.
"I'm sure. I trust you, Nicole. Only you to help me." Waverly lightly ran the tips of her fingers across Nicole's shoulders, admiring the tensing of muscle she left behind in her wake. "I'm ready to do this, and I want it to be you." She hoped her last words weren't pleading, but she supposed she could beg if necessary.
Nicole took a deep breath and her stomach heaved hard, and she barely suppressed the onslaught of nerves, but her voice still cracked a little when she croaked out, "Ok."
She coughed and then looked at Waverly sheepishly, and Waverly blushed realizing that she had just propositioned one of Purgatory's cop. An Alpha at that. But not just any Alpha. Nicole. Nicole, whom she hadn't stopped thinking about since she had swaggered into Shorty's asking for a cappuccino even though it was obvious the bar wasn't open. Nicole, who knew what she wanted, and if the warm light sparkling in her eyes was anything to judge by; then Nicole wanted her.
Nicole wanted her, Waverly Earp, the youngest of the Earps, who'd never left this one horse hick town, and probably never would. She was the daughter of a man who never wanted her, daughter of the town drunk, well one of the town drunks. To be fair, Purgatory had a lot of town drunks. She was the sister of a murdered girl, and the sister of another girl who'd supposedly gone batshit crazy killing their father. Sometimes Waverly thought he probably deserved it.
But Nicole, who'd been to college, who was "from away," had come to Purgatory, and all she'd ever seen of Waverly was just Waverly. Waverly, the strong, beautiful girl who took online courses thirsting for knowledge, threw out drunks at Shorty's, beat the boys at pool, cooked the best apple pie in town, and laughed the hardest of them all.
Nicole nodded numbly, barely able to breathe around the frantic pounding of her heart. She was convinced she was going to drop dead of a heart attack, and wouldn't that just be a cruel irony to drop dead after having the girl she'd wanted for months come to her and basically offer herself on a silver platter.
Nicole's brow furrowed, and she felt slightly apprehensive at the sudden thought that after Waverly's heat was over, she wouldn't want her anymore. She winced at the pang that sliced across her ribs, and she almost growled in frustration and astonishment that the thought had actually resulted in physical pain. Not a good sign. She was already emotionally entangled with Waverly, and she sighed in sudden defeat. Fighting her desire for Waverly was a waste of energy; energy that could be spent kissing the younger girl.
But as she moved in hoping to do just that, Waverly pulled back with a sigh. "I'm sorry, I have to go meet Wynonna. If I'm late, she'll come hunting me." Waverly blushed and glanced down at how closely they were still standing. Well she was standing, Nicole was still slumped against the desk, and Waverly was leaning into her.
"She knows. She wasn't too happy about my decision." Waverly chuckled and ran a hand through her hair as she stepped away from Nicole. "She might have ranted a bit, she might have even threw her arms over her head a few times."
Nicole laughed lightly imagining the older Earp stomping around and throwing a fit, while Waverly stubbornly waited her out. But her laughter died abruptly when it finally sunk in what she'd said. Well shit. An unhappy Wynonna was never good for anyone, but a pissed off Wynonna…? Nicole barely refrained for shuddering. She was gonna her her ass handed to her by the older Earp Alpha. She groaned at the thought, closing her eyes, imagining her death at the hands of other woman. She just hoped it would be quick.
"But when I told her, I'd chosen you, she settled down pretty quickly."
Nicole's eyes snapped open, and her mouth fell open. Miracles did happen in Purgatory, the only town in the West without a church! It was odd now that she thought about it. Why weren't there any churches in Purgatory? But she was snapped quickly out of her foolish reverie.
"She did say though that if you hurt me, she would turn your skin inside out. While you were still alive."
Nicole gulped hard. "That seems reasonable to me," she croaked.
Waverly chuckled and leaned in and kissed Nicole lightly on the cheek. She pulled back, a light blush dusting her cheeks. She shifted nervously, "So...I think maybe Friday? Or maybe I should just call you? I don't know...Gus seems to think it will come on Friday. She's pretty good at predicting these types of things."
Tuesday. Today was Tuesday. That gave her just enough time to freak out and then get her shit together before seeing Waverly again. She nodded dumbly. Friday. She could do that.
"And maybe you could stay the whole weekend?" Waverly asked hesitantly, wondering if it might be a little too much. She wasn't sure how long her heat would last, but Gus said they normally lasted around three to four days. She would be ok to be alone by the end of her heat, and she'd already talked to Nedley about making sure that Nicole didn't have to work this weekend. Well, she'd had Wynonna ask for her. Not that Wynonna had asked Nedley. No, it was more that Wynonna just stared at Nedley and told him how it was going down, and she was sure he didn't have any objections. Wynonna's stare was unnerving at best, and down-right frightening at worst. Needless to say, Nedley had caved like a deck of cheap cards.
Nicole bit back her grunt of disappointment, remembering that she had to work all weekend. She rubbed the bridge of her nose, trying to ignore the dull ache in her chest. "Waverly, I'm sorry, but I have to work all weekend." She grunted in frustration, knowing that Nedley wasn't going to let her have it off.
"Yeah about that...you actually have it off."
Nicole's head snapped up, "but how…?"
"Wynonna." Waverly smiled and shrugged, as if that it explained it all. And it truly did.
Nicole chuckled and nodded. She glanced around nervously for a moment and then rubbed the back of her neck self consciously. She shuffled her feet, trying to gather her courage. "Maybe you could call me every day to check in, and maybe we could...you know…Uh...get a coffee or something?" She blushed hard, but managed to meet Waverly's warm gaze with her own.
Waverly bit her lip to keep from chuckling at the sudden awkwardly shy Alpha. The Alpha certainly hadn't acted like this all those weeks ago when she'd sauntered into Shorty's bold as brass in her flirtation.
"I don't think I will be coming into town again. I'm not sure it's…" her voice trailed off, and she shrugged meaningfully. "But I will call you."
Nicole nodded, feeling the burn of anger twist in her gut. It wasn't safe for unmated Omegas, so close to their heats to wander around Purgatory. It was even less safe for an Earp Omega. She nodded quietly, understanding all too well.
"Ok...so Friday. I will see you Friday."
And with a final nod, Waverly left.
Long moments passed before Nicole finally pushed herself fully away from the desk. She stretched out the kinks in her back and shook her head with a rueful smile. The room still smelled vaguely of Waverly, but her scent was quickly dissipating much to Nicole's disappointment.
She turned around and shuffled a few papers, pushing them into a haphazard pile. She glanced up, looking around the empty, quiet room, suddenly feeling lonely and sad for reasons she couldn't quite explain. She shuffled over to the window with a sigh, peering out at the dusty street. It was dry out, too dry. They desperately needed rain.
She leaned crossed arms on the window sill, almost pressing her face against the slightly dirty pane of glass. She supposed she should probably clean it, but Nedley never bothered to, so why should she be stuck doing it. She rolled her eyes. She straightened slightly though when she saw a familiar figure walking along the sidewalk across the street. She could feel the dopey smile on her face, but she couldn't help it.
But the smile quickly disappeared when she noticed more than a few Alphas look up from what they were doing and take notice as the young Omega walked down the sidewalk, oblivious to the growing interest behind her. She growled as more and more Alphas turned and stared as Waverly walked by. The girl left a wake of interest behind her, and Nicole felt the first swirl of trepidation seize at her muscles.
She shoved back from the window when she noticed one Alpha break away from the pack and slip into an alley. An alley that Nicole knew would cut Waverly off at the end of the street. She snarled in fury, and headed for the back door, eager to cut him off before he reached Waverly. She slipped out the back, and climbed the fence, ripping the knee out of her uniform, but she didn't care. So Nedley would yell a little. It didn't matter. She moved as quietly as possible not wanting to alert the other Alpha.
She hurried around the corner, and slipped down the side alley. She knew it ran perpendicular to the alley he was in, and she burst from the mouth of the alley in a dervish of fury, throwing herself at him, and hurling him behind a dumpster before he could hit the main street and grab at Waverly.
He tumbled to the ground in a stink of fear and aggression, and she felt the fury rise in her chest, and she almost roared in his face. Instead she reached down and grabbed him, hauling him to his feet. She slammed him into the back of the dirty brick, federal building, hoping the rough spurs on the brick would slice his skin.
"What. Do. You. Think. You. Were. Doing!" She bit off each word in a spitting snarl, her Alpha howling in glee when he almost pissed himself in fright.
"Nothing! I wasn't doing nothing!"
"Anything. I wasn't doing anything, you fucking imbecile." She growled back at him. She tightened her fists in his collar and pushed him back even harder into the unforgiving brick. "I know what you were going to do." She leaned in closer, trying to ignore the stink of both his fear and his unwashed body.
She stared hard into his sullen face, memorizing his heavy features and small, dark eyes. His hair was dark with grease, and he was slightly pudgy, but she could still feel the muscles coiled under too many layers of fat. Thankfully he was a coward, and she didn't have to worry about sporting any bruises later.
She growled in his face, showing him her canines, and she let her Alpha bleed through. She snarled in satisfaction when he whimpered and turned his face away from her. She pushed him up against the wall, raising him a few inches off the ground. She saw him wince as the harsh brick bit into his back. Good. She hoped he'd bleed to death. She growled again and dropped him to the ground.
She stepped back and placed her boot on his chest as he started to scramble to his feet. She pushed him back down and held him down, moving the toe of her boot under his chin. "If I ever catch you near Waverly Earp again, I will take you out and shoot you like the mangy, filthy, rabid animal you are."
Her voice was dead quiet, and he felt a shiver run through his body, and he knew she would do it. She wouldn't hesitate. The Earp Omega wasn't worth it. He nodded carefully, relieved when she pulled her boot back, but he still didn't move. He might be dumb, but he wasn't that dumb. But apparently he was dumb, because he opened his fat mouth one more time.
"Her pussy's probably rancid anyway. She's just an Omega cunt. A filthy Earp. The boys will get her tonight anyway." He laughed when he saw Nicole stiffen. But his next words, whatever they were going to be, ended in a guttural choking sound, as hard leather and metal smashed into his face.
He rolled over on to his side, gurgling up blood, whimpering at the pain lancing through his broken nose and smashed lips. He spit out a couple of teeth, and when he heard the scritch of her hardened leather soled boots on the dirt and gravel, he pissed himself.
Nicole bent down, her normally soft face now cast in hard angles and whispered, "You tell the boys, that if I catch them on Earp property or following Waverly…" she waved at his face, "this will look like a tea party, compared to what I'll do to them." She gently patted his face. "Do you understand?"
He nodded and spit out another mouthful of blood. He breathed a sigh of relief when he heard her finally walk away, and he groaned as he rolled over on to his back. Fucking Earps and fucking cops. God he needed a drink.