> Hearts plucks his smaller comrade up and plops him on the couch next to his favorite pillow.
The kids need somethin’ ta do, and we need money, we need customers. This is a business, and Slick is too busy broodin’ ‘bout the darkness in his heart or some such shit. So I’m thinkin’ on my feet.
> Clubs kind of just, lets that happen, dead weight (not exactly a lot), and moderately drunk. At least he's comfortable now.
Thanks, or somethin'?
Anyways, yeah, sounds good, yeah.
> His head lolls, he's drunk and this is boring, work was booooring.
Y' want me t' do somethin' t' help with this? There's plenty 'a can do, just say the word 'n it'll get done. Yer m' temporary boss, 'a don't even give a shit.
> Clubs claims the so-called 'favourite pillow' for himself. It was his now.