Undercover Work
Who: Malone, Wolf, anyone else
Where: The Pink Kitty
When: Saturday night
Pretend to be interested in the boobs, keep an eye out for Browning, don't freak out... how hard could it be? Malone went over the details of the assignment repetitively in his head. Three things to remember, only three things. Not very hard. And Wolf would be right beside him - they'd look out for each other like they always did. So why did he feel like he was walking into a mine field the moment they got out of the car and headed towards the flashing neon Pink Kitty sign (There were ears on the K and the end of the Y formed a tail)? The whole think seemed infinitely dangerous and he nearly turned around and bolted back to the car. Of course, he couldn't do that - because Wolf depended on him. He had to be strong.
"Deep breaths," Wolf told him, looking amused as he held the door for them to go inside. "Just try to relax. I hear they have good wings."
"... I like wings," Malone said, though Wolf, of course, already knew he did. Focus on the wings - they were just going in for good wings, that was it. Yummy tasty ... bouncy.... holy crap. Everywhere he looked there seemed to be topless women dancing and grinding on poles and looking all around terrifying. Wolf lead them over to a table with a good vantage point and Malone settled into his chair repeating the three rules to himself. Don't freak out , keep an eye out for Bronwing and pretend to be interested in boobs...
"Wow, uhhh... look at the erm, rack of breast-type-stuff on that one..." he said, pointing towards a random girl.
Where: The Pink Kitty
When: Saturday night
Pretend to be interested in the boobs, keep an eye out for Browning, don't freak out... how hard could it be? Malone went over the details of the assignment repetitively in his head. Three things to remember, only three things. Not very hard. And Wolf would be right beside him - they'd look out for each other like they always did. So why did he feel like he was walking into a mine field the moment they got out of the car and headed towards the flashing neon Pink Kitty sign (There were ears on the K and the end of the Y formed a tail)? The whole think seemed infinitely dangerous and he nearly turned around and bolted back to the car. Of course, he couldn't do that - because Wolf depended on him. He had to be strong.
"Deep breaths," Wolf told him, looking amused as he held the door for them to go inside. "Just try to relax. I hear they have good wings."
"... I like wings," Malone said, though Wolf, of course, already knew he did. Focus on the wings - they were just going in for good wings, that was it. Yummy tasty ... bouncy.... holy crap. Everywhere he looked there seemed to be topless women dancing and grinding on poles and looking all around terrifying. Wolf lead them over to a table with a good vantage point and Malone settled into his chair repeating the three rules to himself. Don't freak out , keep an eye out for Bronwing and pretend to be interested in boobs...
"Wow, uhhh... look at the erm, rack of breast-type-stuff on that one..." he said, pointing towards a random girl.