Gator was stuck on traffic duty today. He isn’t happy about it, far from it, actually. Handing out tickets is boring, and frustrating, and he has to deal with magnificently pissy people. After he walks up to your car, however, he grins. Ticket duty isn’t so bad when the chick is hot. Maybe he'll let you off with a warning. “You know why i pulled you over, darlin?” He questions, approaching your window.