Dray X

Aron enters holding cell. Dray looks up, moves away from Aron, leering.

Aron. "Your mom wants to leave you here for the night to sort things out."

Dray. "Yea, because of you. Ass hole."

Aron. "I know that's how you feel. And I'm sorry."

Dray. "Bull."

Aron. "I know you're pissed off, and I get that, okay? And I'm not asking you to treat me any differently, because I know life has dumped a load of shit on you and I get it, but you need to stop treating your mom like shit."

Dray. "Go to hell."

Aron. "I'm giving you the choice, Dray. You can come home with us now and keep a civil tongue in your head when you talk to your mom, or you can stay in here for the weekend."

Dray turns away. He's sober, but angry enough that he almost wants to stay where he was.

Another kid (Keely). Incredulously. "Dude, your dad is here and at least he gives a shit about you, so what's your deal?"

Dray. On his feet, shoving Keely. "He's not my fucking dad, okay? Why does everyone keep saying that? My dad is dead, man. Fuck you!"

Aron pulls him away. "I'm taking you home, Dray."

Dray. "I'd rather stay, ass hole."

Aron. "It's not a choice anymore. You need to come home."