"Yeah, man, you've seen my car. It ain't exactly got the cleanest upholstery." Bobby opened the car door and helped Michael into the passenger seat. He walked around to get into the driver's seat as quickly as possible, then handed Michael a cloth. "Here, I use that for stains usually. You can try and stop the bleeding."

He hoped Michael's nose wasn't broken. He started the motor. No use worrying too much, he could look at him better in proper lighting. "The boys aren't home tonight, so we ain't gonna bother anyone at my place."