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waitforsuperman in lolocracy

Nothing Ventured, Nothing Gained

Jun 20, 2011 19:27

Who: Sky Pilot and the Gunslinger (and potentially a Navigator)
When: Riiiiiiiight before closing~
Where: Emi's retaurant.
What: Alfred's hungry and there's only one place that will feed him at this hour. Hopefully.

( I wonder if all the damage they cause to her restaurant goes on his tab... )

status: incomplete, these are what we call 'good relations', gun slinger, mexico, fight fight fight fight!, !event: steampunk, excuse me i don't mean to be rude, america

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salylimon June 21 2011, 02:19:53 UTC

Ten minutes ago, Emi had glanced up at the old wall clock hanging in the kitchen as she hurried to clean up. Ten minutes ago, her restaurant had been empty of patrons as Emi figured she could close a few minutes early in order to run upstairs to change and meet Manny for tonight's job ( ... )

waitforsuperman June 21 2011, 02:42:16 UTC

Alfred stared at the smoking, black-power sprinkled remains of his bun.

And nearly burst into tears. Emi was so heartless! Killing buns that rightfully belonged in his stomach? The girl was a monster!

And it was his duty to protect those buns.

"Getting out of here~" He said, picking up the plate, eyeing her, the door and then the plate again. "These look delicious Emi, and I had a llllllong day~"

Five steps and he'd be out the door. Now all he had to do was survive. Turning around, he took that FIRST crucial step towards sweet, bun-gilled freedom!

Buns Left: 4

salylimon June 21 2011, 02:51:31 UTC

"You're not going anywhere until you pay the fucking tab of yours, pendejo," Emi snapped, gun cocked and raised again. She knew that Alfred knew about her quick draw, so Emi could only hope that aiming her gun at him would be threatening enough to have him stop in his tracks and at least leave the plate of buns alone.

Not because she cared about hurting him, sort of, but because firing her gun more than once while inside her restaurant meant potential property damage. Again. Because more property damage meant an influx in side jobs and dealing with the underground. Again.

"And if you've had a long day-" A step forward and another gunshot fired in warning. "Why not take a seat, enjoy the buns, pay up, and leave with a full stomach? That sounds so much better than eating on the run, no?" Her tone took on a rather innocent if teasing lilt as she continued to move toward the blond before he could escape.

waitforsuperman June 21 2011, 15:28:22 UTC

Alfred jumped at the gunshot and another bun went tumbling to the ground, rolling away and collecting dirt and whatever else Emi's patrons dragged in here.

Ten second rule was definitely out.

"But Emi-" Alfred said, turning his head to look over his shoulder at her, giving her the biggest puppy-eyes he could manage. Maybe this time, after a thousand attempts, HE WOULD BREAK THROUGH HER STONY EXTERIOR and she'd just chill out. "I have no money, you know that."

If he couldn't break through her cold exterior, he definitely needed a contingency plan.

Namely turning around and throwing himself at the woman. She may have had a gun but he had weight...?

Maybe he should've though this through...

Buns Left: 3

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