Aug 31, 2010 01:16
Look, maybe it was funny for a minute, I'll give ya that. But it's been a week, and it ain't so cute anymore. I wanna know who the hell took my hat, and then I want it back.
Christ, people got no friggin' respect.
who would sleep with stango,
needs moar measuring tape,
who did you lose?,
gdi,
the hat is essential,
what anger issues?
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[It's easy to imagine his narrowed eyes.]
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[ Spinning battered detective hats on your finger is fun! ]
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Manners, Benny.
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[ She turns the feed off.
Give it... hm... say... thirty minutes before there is a knock on Stango's door. ]
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What d--
Oh. It's you.
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Your hat.
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There a catch?
...Hey, you get hurt somehow?
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[ Her expression darkens for a moment when he asks about the injury. ] Turns out you were being literal about Cohen throwing fire.
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Aw, shit, you did run into Cohen? What a friggin' psycho. You okay?
[Obviously not, but allow him his pleasantries.]
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[ Tiny shrug. ]
Been worse, too.
[ Tiny smirk. Done worse, as well. But hey, that's for Cohen to find out sometime in the future. Hopefully. ]
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[He trails off, a faint expression of chagrin on his face. It has occurred to him that the two of them had very intimate relations, and that they are still basically perfect strangers. It strikes him as awkward.]
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She didn't come to chat, but after a moment's pause she decides to mirror his pleasantries. ]
You okay?
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[He is just reeling from the impulsive sex thing, all of a sudden. It's not the sort of thing he'd usually do.]
...Goddamn, what an event.
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