Liz drove along and glanced over at Ressler who was laying in her passenger seat. He watched her blearily, his mind fogged over by the medication that the dentist had used. Donald made a noise in the back of his throat before leaning up in his seat.
"How you feeling?" Liz asked and watched as he shrugged his shoulders. Maybe it was starting to wear off if he was able to answer her.
"I don't know," he muttered. "I think they left." He added, causing Liz to furrow her brow. He might not have been very well off after all.
"Who?" She questioned. If Ressler was gonna be high in her car, she might as well have fun with it.
"The gingerbread men," he answered. Then, he felt around his pockets before slumping back in his seat with disappointment. "They took it." he mumbled.
"Took what?"
"They took my donkey." Donald replied, getting laughter from Liz. He furrowed his brow before saying, "S'not funny! The cookies stole my ass!" He yelled causing her to erupt with laughter to the point she was afraid she might have to pull over. "But I like my ass."
"Don't worry, Don. I like your ass too." Liz replied and ruffled his hair. He smiled and took her hand before laying his back and going back to sleep.
author's note_
I know it's weird, but I was bored. Plus, the dentist said that I'd need to get my wisdom teeth taken out within the next year. I'm paranoid as to what's going to happen while I'm high off of the pain killers.