Misfire||Gezra
"For the best? I guess, I wouldn’t want to bruise Thad’s ego. He needs to keep his sparkling reputation, but I like being around him. He needs more friends like you, you know? He seems lonely," She spoke as they walked together as she lead him through the empty bar and opened the door that lead to the little hall.
”How do you know I couldn’t?” Gerry grinned, holding the door open so he could pass through, taking a light shot at his ribs when he did, guessing it wouldn’t do to much to a man of his stature. “May I remind you, you don’t know shit about me, Killer. You don’t even know my name,” Laughing as he passed she let the door swing shut. The hall wasn’t very long, dead ending at an emergency exit. There was her office which still had Mike’s name in gold letters on the door and two other plain wooden ones. “Second door, Ezra, and careful, the freezer’s in the cellar, so mind the steps” she instructed before picking up their conversation. “Bartering for work. I think I can work around that, I don’t know about kisses. I’ll have to see if you can earn those,’ She teased, but her smile faded. “The worst kind,” She murmured. “One of my girls OD’d….”
"More friends? But then I might have to, too, to make up the difference. Or hang around a bunch of little shits. I suppose I should encourage him to get more friends, though. As long as I don't have to end up shooting any of them." He clucked his tongue, knowing it was dark humor, but he wasn't entirely joking.
His eyebrows raised and he smirked at her, since he thought she could probably make him do a lot of things, actually. "That's right... I don't call you Red all because of my own pleasure. It's just the best option I got. No offense, Medusa." He followed her and bit into his lip in concentration before he raised his eyebrows. "Cellar? How do you get this dolly down there without it all going to shit?" His smile from talking about bartering faded off his face when she mentioned her bad news and he exhaled a breath. "I'm very sorry to hear that."
