give it here, don't hold back now give it here, don't say nothing just give it here

[gonnabite]

[It was an uninteresting enough morning to pop into a diner for breakfast and get himself something to eat. The joint had the potential to be familiar. It echoed somewhere you'd expect a certain honey bunny to come out, point a gun in your face, and start screaming at you. So far, that didn't happen. Vic almost wished it would.

He sat with his pancakes quietly, figuring out what the hell he would do today. Things got pretty boring when there wasn't any weird bullshit to at least watch. To Blondie, this was still some kind of bass-ackwards afterlife (still sorely lacking in his brother). He could do whatever the shit he wanted. Hell, maybe he'd smoke 23 packs of cigarettes today. Look at all the fucks he aquired.

... You know what? Maybe he'd find some clothes today. As much as he liked how he looked in the suit, he didn't want to wear it for the rest of his life. After life. Whatever.]

Comments

[gonnabite]

[In the wonderful world of RP Land being dead, Vic would take any kind of entertainment he could. This guy and his stupid accent sounded like it would be as good as it gets.

He slowly looks up. He's still chewing on a piece of pancake, so he shakes his head.]

No.

[You bet he's excited.]

[playedgay]

[Welp, that'll settle that.

Jim slides into the booth, watching the other man gnaw at the pancake with a grimace.]

How did it happen?

[He asked the question casually, as if it was obvious what he was referring to.]

[gonnabite]

[He's pretty sure he's dead and that magic whatever-the-fuck this is the afterlife, what else is he gonna do but eat pancakes?

He looks back down at his food and swallows. He clears his throat.]

I got shot about eight or twelve times.

[He lost count after 4.

He glances up at Jim.]

You?

[playedgay]

Just once.

[He replies, voice soft, the faintest smile on his lips.

His eyes leave Vic for only a second as they scan the diner for a waitress.]

Do they serve coffee here?

[gonnabite]

[Blonde chuckles.] Must be a theme here, I ran into a couple other guys who went out the same way.

[DOHOHOHOHO.

And at the question, he nods. There's people around, it's how he got his breakfast in the first place. You just had to get their attention.]

Yeah.

[He takes and finishes another bite.]

Name's Vic.

[playedgay]

[Lovely. Surrounded by a bunch of seemingly incompetent thugs. Maybe this was hell. At least Jim had the decency to end his life himself.]

Jim.

[The boredom was apparent in his voice, he didn't bother hiding it. He waived a waitress down and ordered himself a coffee. He wasn't hungry, but the caffeine he could use.]

[gonnabite]

[Yeah--I MEAN NU-UH!!]

Hey.

So what'd you take a bullet for?

[playedgay]

[He let out a short chuckle, followed by a shake of his head. He didn't expect Vic to understand it, but he'd tell him anyway. He was dead, after all, what did he have to lose?]

A game.

[gonnabite]

[He blinked.]

Figurative or literal russian roulette?

[playedgay]

[He shook his head. It wasn't worth explaining in detail.]

I won, if you were wondering.

[gonnabite]

I can tell.

[playedgay]

[He gave him a short laugh as the waitress brought him his coffee, taking a sip before continuing.]

Your turn.

[gonnabite]

[He paused. Guess it didn't really matter now, huh?]

Jewelry store heist after the fact.

[playedgay]

[Oh dear. Control yourself, Jim. Try not to roll your eyes too much. Amateurs.]

Well done.

[gonnabite]

[wow u r rlly kool]

One of the guys on the job was a cop.

[playedgay]

[i'm tha bess man.]

Sounds messy.

[gonnabite]

Mmmhm.

So if you see a guy who calls himself Mr. Orange, let me know. He doesn't need all of those fingers.

[DOHOHOHO]