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Killjoy
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Packing the gun and towel back into his briefcase, Lenny paused at Juan's offer. If had had to wager it wasn't so much an act of hospitality as it was a way to keep tabs on him-- a stranger who got into someone's car and tried to shoot them couldn't be trusted to hold up his end of the bargain in anyone's books. It would be far too easy for him to vanish into the city. Lenny decided that this would work in his favour, anyways. Ideally he didn't want to have his identity-- false or not --in any hotel records. That, and hotels were expensive. Besides, a couch was probably comfier than most rented beds.
"Thank you," he replied with a smile of questionable sincerity. "You know, minus the part where you almost shot me, you've been much nicer than most of my other drive- oh, look."
A lone figure standing on the sidewalk. Waiting for the bus? Lenny peered through his rain-bleary window as they drove past. Adult male, average physique...and twitchy. Visibly dilated eyes and a glazed stare. There was blood on his shirt. Not even bothering to speculate what had happened, Lenny sighed and glanced away. This street was cursed.
"Thank you," he replied with a smile of questionable sincerity. "You know, minus the part where you almost shot me, you've been much nicer than most of my other drive- oh, look."
A lone figure standing on the sidewalk. Waiting for the bus? Lenny peered through his rain-bleary window as they drove past. Adult male, average physique...and twitchy. Visibly dilated eyes and a glazed stare. There was blood on his shirt. Not even bothering to speculate what had happened, Lenny sighed and glanced away. This street was cursed.