[Chris and Jill sitting in a car, down the street from the bar, getting ready to initiate their undercover operation]
[Chris is dressed in casual clothes - leather jacket, jeans, and a t-shirt. Jill is wearing an oversized sweater with a short black skirt and boots.]
[Chris is reviewing his notes as Jill makes her self ready, and removes her sweater]
C: So he's been showing up consistently at 7:34pm [checking his watch] every night at the bar, usually with at least 2 other guys, but they always go outside -- [notices Jill's skimpy outfit] You're not going to wear your sweater?
J: My mom always dressed like thi-- [seems embarrassed with what she was about to say] Uhh… yeah. I've gotta dress like I'm here for a good time, right? [gets out of car]
C: [somewhat under his breath as he watches Jill move to the front of the car] For the bar, not the frigging swimming pool.
[He climbs out and meets her at the front of the car] Okay, so it would be best for you to wait until his 2 friends go out for their smokes - they always wait for Fat Tony by the side door. I'll try to stall them for as long as I can, so you can chat up our dear slimy leader, Snake.
J: [clicking her small purse closed after applying some lipstick] Roger that.
C: [notices the goosebumps on her arms] Here. [Drapes his jacket around her]
J: Don't you think it'll be a little hard for me to do some Snake charming if I'm wearing another man's jacket?
C: Well, he's a biker dude, you'll earn his trust easier. But I'm sure you can get creative and make something up.
J: [playing along] Oh this? [slips her arms through the sleeves] It was my dad's before he died in a tragic accident.
C: [eye twitch] Huh… [turns his head away]
J: [worried, trying to meet his eyes] What? You don't think that'll work?
C: [looks back at her] Ooorr, maybe it was your ex-boyfriend's. That jacket doesn't look worn enough to be your dad's.
J: [playfully] Oh right - my overly cocky boyfriend, who thought he was 'oh so cool' on his motorbike, terrorizing the town with his hooligan friends. Too bad his inflated ego killed him…
C: [chuckles] Yeah, but I bet he was devilishly handsome, right? [runs a hand through his hair]
J: [smiles as she pulls the jacket closed, retreating into its warmth, teasing] If not a little dorky sometimes.
C: [smile drains from his face, pushes her towards the bar as she laughs] Yeah, yeah. Time to win your Oscar.
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