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]

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]