Then let's make like a family and get us some food.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Taxi, taxi
(Smirks up at Demotte.) Why, think nothing of it, madam, it's simply what I do. Heh.
Hm? Oh, yeah, sure. Uh, that guy, yeah, he's bad news? Leonard Smalls, they call him, bounty hunter guy. Pretty good at killing?
(Nonchalant city driving.)
Hospital
(What a douchebag, he's still being all sile—OH SHIT he's getting out something sharp, he's gonna stab that nurse!)
—-
Diner
(...Hm, nothin' fancy
◊, but maybe the grub is good.)
(It's mostly empty, save for a serious-looking man
in a police uniform, sat in a corner and eating... a sandwich, making small "yummy" sounds as he stoically consumes it.)
(A haughty-looking man in an apron and white hat
approaches the group, looking them over judgmentally.)
...Welcome, welcome to Dr. Breen's Dining Reserve. Party of, ah... how many now? There's... a good number of you, I see.
Hotel Room
(Planetman flips on the TV to find... Oh Christ, what... what IS this?
God, so tonedeaf, these kids. Hurry, change it, CHANGE IT!)
Diner
…
Yes, so... Two parties of three, am I counting right? Also, if you could please hold off on any petty Montague-Capulet feuding while you eat here? This... This is a respectable establishment, in case you didn't know.
(DEEPSIGH)
Taxiiiii
...Heh! Oh, don't even worry, this is nothing. I can barely even feel it, actually.
(Blooooood...)
Oh, uh, David. David Vuong? Good to meet you, yeah.
Hospital
(HOOP, you downed him! Falls to the ground with a clatter, struggling to get back up.)
The sorceress... in white...
(The nurse freaks out and hurries away from the two scary men.)
edited 30th Aug '16 10:38:51 PM by MobileLeprechaun
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That diner over there doesn't look too bad.
(moves to untangle his arm from Orion's)