Charlie let out a sigh as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "Have you been drinking or something?"
"Of course not. It's much too early for that."
"Then why were you swerving all over the road?"
"The Jonas Brothers made me do it."
Charlie slowly lowered his hand and glared. "Did you just accuse a boy band of making you hit a deer?"
Dakota let out a gasp. "Shoot! I forgot about the deer!" He ran off to the woods that were on the opposite side of the car.
"What in the hell are you doing?" Charlie asked.
"I have to find the deer. I may be able to still save it."
"Seeing as how there is a piece of it embedded in your front bumper I don't think that's going to happen."
Dakota glanced back, wincing when he saw the bloody, hunk of flesh hanging from his car. Well, that was a bit gross.
"I can still save it," Dakota insisted.
He spotted the deer and ran up to it. Kneeling down, he put his head to the animal's chest, his heart sinking when he detected no signs of life. He still didn't allow that to deter him though. Running back to his car, he opened the door and began to rummage around his glove box.
"What are you doing now?" Charlie demanded.
"I'm looking for my CPR mask," Dakota replied, not looking up from his task.
"Why do you need that?"
Dakota paused long enough to shoot off a duh look. "Because there is no way I'm going to do mouth-to-mouth with a deer without some kind of barrier."
"You're going to try to resuscitate the deer?"
"Of course I am. It's my fault he's dead." Dakota accidently pulled out a bottle of lube, his face burning with embarrassment. He gave a tiny smile and an oopsie before tossing it into the back seat.
"I thought you said it was The Jonas Brothers fault," Charlie said. "Are you sure you haven't been drinking?"
Having found the mask, Dakota straightened. "No, I already told you, it's much too early. It's not like I'm my Aunt Clair or something. Because I don't care what she says, a Bloody Mary or a Mimosa still has alcohol in them, so they don't belong on the breakfast table."
Charlie walked up to the deer and held its head. "You broke its neck, so, no amount of CPR is going to bring it back."
For some reason that announcement was the icing on his sucky day cake, and Dakota's heart sank. Leaning against the car, he let out a sigh. "Well, shit."
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