I'm good with either result at this point. I'm happy to continue, but understand if attrition eats another one.
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Lei smiles. "I didn't come here to play dress-up with your princesses. I came for your tea party, Francis, or whatever your not-quite a man's name is." He reaches under his jacket, pulling out a sizable handgun. "Tell you what, though, I'll let them hold onto my poppets while we dance." vs. Thug One P Poppety! Pop-pop
Shot cost is only 2 against mooks. Beretta 92FS Centurion 10/2/3.
The opening Lèi was waiting for, he uses the thugs momentum against him, sliding under his meaty fist and thrusting upward to carry the man over into a flip jujitsu style. He grabs the extended arm as he does so, twisting it behind the man as he falls, causing a popping sound. Pos
Martial Arts At least, that was the way he envisioned it in his mind's eye.
"I gave your ma a chance, but your da never taught her how to f$%k, which is how come you barely drizzled out of his d$%k one drunken Christmas." Lèi says, trying to look stoned out of his mind, body tensing in anticipation of an attack he hopes to spoil with the thug's overconfidence. Deceit
"Man, that's just what I said to your mother last night. You know, after...." Lèi says softly enough probably only the big guys and anyone else listening in closely can hear. A wide grin forms on his face as he stands upright from his bow. "I mean, not an exact quote, like I called her a different word, so she wouldn't confuse me talking to what was on the end of my d@@k."
Lèi stares at Les, bleary eyed. "Minding their own damn business, if they know what's right for them." He stands, staggering a bit, timing it so he "accidently staggers" into the first thug walking through the door. He 'gasps" "Oh, man. So sorry, sir." bowing in deference to the thug. A sidelong glance towards Les indicates briefly he fully expects the thug to go full out hostile.
Lèi smiles. These punks were hitting the neighborhood. He moves over near the store they just entered, leaning against a nearby lamppost or sign and waiting. He tries to make his face passive, almost stoned looking.
Lèi enters the restroom, looking for a way to slip out (window, etc.) and see if he can spot the direction of the thugs. If there is no way out, he will wash his hands and then return to the dining area.
Lèi stands, almost ready to follow the gangsters out, but, remembering the policeman's presence, instead turns towards the restroom. He knocks gently on the door, trying to appear timid.
Lèi smirks behind a hand pretending to cover fear or embarrassment. He tries to remember if he's heard of these thugs around the neighborhood. Pos die POP! Neg die 11-1+11=21 Info: Gangland Politics
In the corner booth, a boy sits, covered in layers of black. His black leather overcoat seems oversized on his frame. He sips at a cup of tea, eyes darting about with each movement of the other patrons. A plate of steaming tofu blend sits in front of him yet untouched. His hair is unkempt but cut fairly short. A semi-permanent scowl wrecks us otherwise handsome bordering on pretty face. |