[Day 61] ● Plan A

[shotdeadinmy]

Who: Coyote Smith, Dan Smith & Garcian Smith. All the Smiths.
What: Stupid plan is stupid
When: Day 61, sometime in the evening.
Where: Johnson's
Rating: PG-13 for language, alcohol, and possible violence. Com'n, it's three assassins in a bar with a dumb plan.

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[killedthepast]

And Garcian followed Coyote shortly, that briefcase safe in his grasp as always. For now.

He'd only been in Johnson's once before, when he was investigating the town the first time he had arrived, so his surroundings weren't entirely familiar. He looked about the bar--and at the other two Smiths--curiously.

Why had he even come? This was almost certainly going to be a waste of time.

[bipolarhellion]

It wasn't going to be a waste of time. More like, the best time! Or the worst time, depending on how you were looking at the situation. Dan, however, was already seeing the situation shaping up to be the most hilarious. He really didn't care if this whole thing turned into a big flop; he was bored with more time on his hands than he had ever known. He was just looking to have a good time.

"Look what the cat dragged in. Half-dead and ugly."

[shotdeadinmy]

Coyote snorted and took a seat two chairs down the bar, leaving one seat open between him and Dan, just for his dear buddy Garcie. He didn't see this idea as really 'fun' like Dan did, but it was better than doing nothing. Maybe it could be fun too, later on once he got a few drinks in him.

"Fuck you, asshat," he grumbled, trying to act natural. "Surprised that you weren't slopping down something before we got here"

[killedthepast]

Garcian took his place between the two of them and set the briefcase down at his feet.

Well, at least, if they tried to kill each other, he'd be here to stop it. Or resurrect the loser. Whichever.

"If you're just going to argue the entire time," he began, a note of impatience in his voice, "I don't see why you decided to go out drinking together. Or why you invited me at all, for that matter."