( If he had a dollar for every word that fell out of her mouth over the span of thirty seconds, she wouldn't even have to rob him. He'd have enough to put them both up in one of those penthouse suites. He shakes his head at her even as he stands, gathering his jacket and the keys to his van. )
You're a weird kid, you know that?
( Just for the record. Tony Soprano's grave. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph what is he getting himself into letting this girl stick around?
His parting words to her are a firm: )
Don't answer the door for anybody.
( Frank's got keys. He doesn't need to knock. And with that, he's gone.
A couple assholes behind LuxFilms are busy trying to break into a truck, confused about why the keys aren't working. The only warning they get is an annoyed, truck's orange, dumbass. Apparently in addition to being an absolute piece of shit, Fire Hydrant Jacket Guy's colorblind, too.
It takes less than no effort. He doesn't even have to waste a bullet, he just turns the guy's own knife around on him, and then stuffs it throat-deep into his friend when the pussy starts screaming. If he gets any blood on his clothes in the process, well, this is why he wears black. Those little damp splotches could be anything from rain to whiskey to motor oil.
He's back before an hour passes, and if she's asleep, her keys get tossed onto the nearest flat surface in her sight line.
Now neither of them have to worry about whether or not they'll be back for a round two later. Two brand new ghosts can take turns trading off with Billy Russo in the bathroom mirror. )
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You're a weird kid, you know that?
( Just for the record. Tony Soprano's grave. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph what is he getting himself into letting this girl stick around?
His parting words to her are a firm: )
Don't answer the door for anybody.
( Frank's got keys. He doesn't need to knock. And with that, he's gone.
A couple assholes behind LuxFilms are busy trying to break into a truck, confused about why the keys aren't working. The only warning they get is an annoyed, truck's orange, dumbass. Apparently in addition to being an absolute piece of shit, Fire Hydrant Jacket Guy's colorblind, too.
It takes less than no effort. He doesn't even have to waste a bullet, he just turns the guy's own knife around on him, and then stuffs it throat-deep into his friend when the pussy starts screaming. If he gets any blood on his clothes in the process, well, this is why he wears black. Those little damp splotches could be anything from rain to whiskey to motor oil.
He's back before an hour passes, and if she's asleep, her keys get tossed onto the nearest flat surface in her sight line.
Now neither of them have to worry about whether or not they'll be back for a round two later. Two brand new ghosts can take turns trading off with Billy Russo in the bathroom mirror. )