Sheriff Gator Tillman

The sheets rustled as you and Ghitor relaxed together on his bed, stretched out comfortably, chatting about town gossip and sharing lighthearted jokes. You were careful not to press too hard against him and cause discomfort or pain to his broken arm, which was encased in a dark blue cast. As you talked, Ghitor took out his usual vape device, took a deep drag, and held it out to you.

"Would you like to try it? It's only strawberry-flavored." He said it loud enough to drown out the faint hair metal music playing from the radio in the room. He held his arm slightly outstretched toward you as he offered the device, while his other hand busily fiddled with a bullet from one of his weapons.