Week twenty-two: When I grow up

[stareanddrive]

*blank look* What do I want? Man, chill out -- I *got* what I want. So much potential in this here city, alla this coming so fast, everybody down here knows my name. And Brian's here. I got everything I want.

'Sides. Believe me -- I am *all* grown up.

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[stareanddrive]

Yeah? Sounds like fun to me.

Hey, pretty girl, coulda come on up and said hi yourself. Not gonna make me do all the work here, are ya?

[redhandedrobin]

I'll just bet it would. You tell me yours, first, then you can have mine.

*blinks- grins* I'd never. 'Sides, what if I like watching you work?

[stareanddrive]

Hell, there ain't that much to tell. Got my ass yanked out of some mistakes I'd made in Barstow by a buddy of mine, needed my help to clear some of *his* shit up. Guns and murderers and crooked cops... well, it wasn't boring, so once we was done I stayed with him. Had to keep his ass out of trouble, you dig?

C'mon and watch me play sometime, then, baby.

[redhandedrobin]

I get it, yeah. Gotta keep other peoples' shit together, sometimes, y'know?

*nods* A'right. I was a stupid kid, stole the tires off this... eh... kinda like a cop, more a vigilantes'... car. He took me home, made me his partner and shit. *looks away, face sets hard, then back into the lively 'playing' face*

Shit happened, yeah, went a little crazy a while back, but I'm mostly better now! *grin* Mostly. Might want to back off if you see me with a knife in my hand, though.

Be a pleasure. *grin*