Talk about a rescue! Because look, look, A THUG, to the rescue, cometh.
Johnny was on his way to the basement, where he's trying to fix the bar again (it came back, but needs work, a lot of work), when he hears the snarky comment.
"Bent paperclip? Dude, you realize you're talking to the wall, right?"
This looks like a cop. In handcuffs. Or maybe some white-collar swindler. Oh, hilarity. If Johnny weren't moody due to people being dead, he'd be highly amused. As it is, he's darkly amused, which might be the same thing.
Here he is! And now I'm off to work! :-) (I think you need the HTML for re-intros, btw...)
He really does, and he has posed as a detective on a number of occasions. "Been here before, a few months ago. Got myself into a tight spot, back in my world, and the house had good timing, pulling me in," Reese replies, looking over his shoulder. "Just wish I'd lost the cuffs on the way down."
I knew I was forgetting something. That'll teach me to post a reintro at one a.m. :: Laughing at self::
He'll emit a soft, dry as dust chuckle deep in his throat, then says, "Come to think of it, the place did crumple all over my sorry self, or at least it rolled a staircase around me. Which is how I got what I thought was a one-way ticket back home. Don't remember signing up for a return ticket, but at least it had better timing than the first time I got here. Helped me get the slip from the same guys who gave me these nice bracelets." And he'll glance down at the damn cuffs.
"Got myself in the wrong place at the wrong time: the Feds came looking for a guy in a suit, arrested me and three others," he says, dryly, trying to find a weak spot in the cuffs. He might be trolling Johnny right back, by holding out on some of the information.
"I was finishing up a job -- private security for an eccentric billionaire; he'd had me keeping an eye on a pair of clients of his," he says, still testing the cuffs. "I've had less comfortable things slapped on me." Case in point the assassin from the former East Germany who used some nice little needles on him to try and get him to spill what he knew.
"Wouldn't share them even if I had any," Reese replies. "Now if you could find me a straightened paperclip, I might be able to unlock these and be on my way."
Unfortunately, it's likely to take a little more than a straightened paperclip. These are not standard issue cuffs.
"Saw you have a bar in the basement: you need security handled there, I could take care of it," he says, still jiggering with the cuffs. And unfazed by how close Johnny gets to him: his manhood is quite sturdy (though being mistaken for one-half of a gay couple will get a bemused look from him: that has happened in canon).
Johnny smirks. "For that," he says, "I'd need to trust you first. Think I'll let anyone just wander around my digs and throw customers around for sport?"
The thought, though, is fairly enticing. Push it, Reese. You'll sell him on it.
Thinking, a few more, we can wrap, and Reese can join him in the other post, yay current things?
"I'd expect that in a guy like you: you take pride in your house and you take care of what's yours." he says, focusing a bit less on the jiggering. "Can't have just anyone on watch: only the best, someone who'll keep things cool so the beer doesn't go off it's chill," he says, with a bit of a humourous lilt.
"Got a lady of my own waiting for me in my world: not about to let anyone bother any girl who'd rather be left alone," he says. Semi-true: Jessica is gone, but he has a *something* going on with Zoe Morgan. "And I pay my debts, I can guarantee you that.
Johnny was on his way to the basement, where he's trying to fix the bar again (it came back, but needs work, a lot of work), when he hears the snarky comment.
"Bent paperclip? Dude, you realize you're talking to the wall, right?"
This looks like a cop. In handcuffs. Or maybe some white-collar swindler. Oh, hilarity. If Johnny weren't moody due to people being dead, he'd be highly amused. As it is, he's darkly amused, which might be the same thing.
Here he is! And now I'm off to work! :-) (I think you need the HTML for re-intros, btw...)
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I knew I was forgetting something. That'll teach me to post a reintro at one a.m. :: Laughing at self::
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He's still looking at the guy, probably enjoying this more than he should.
Oh, he'll help Reese eventually, he will. But there shall be trolling involved, first, because he can.
And because Johnny is a sorry little man who will exert what control he can, when he has some. Not that he ever has much, these days.
Now worries ♥
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Seriously, he's curious.
And taking his time, because trolling is fun.
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Johnny looks at the manacles innocently from where he is.
"They comfortable?"
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Unfortunately, it's likely to take a little more than a straightened paperclip. These are not standard issue cuffs.
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"What do I get out of it, slick?"
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The thought, though, is fairly enticing. Push it, Reese. You'll sell him on it.
Thinking, a few more, we can wrap, and Reese can join him in the other post, yay current things?
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Works for me!
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He sighs, then relents.
"Fine. But you owe me. What'm I calling you, sassy pants?"
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"You can call me Reese," he replies, simply.
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