!em3oEn8LAg 04/17/11(Sun)22:03 No.14628456|
"Names Nate. Call me Gil. And yeah, had to get out of the last place, things got a little.... heavy. Sometimes you need a total change of scenery to get out of your own head and all."
"Right on, man, right on," Lowball says, drinking his beer.
"Like I said, small jobs mostly, quick scores and always low risk. Just picking my way through til I can get enough scratch together to do something legitimate. Never been pinched, but better safe than sorry."
"Bro, you do not want to go inside. I did a few weeks for some possession BS when I couldn't make bail, that was enough for me, yo."
"Must be nice to have a friend like Wires," you say with an eyebrow waggle.
"Yeah, you're not shitting. Though obviously nothing's perfect, we still got picked up. And, uh, there's the usual awkwardness between us, if you catch my drift. Took my shot and missed by a mile, yo," he smiles, but his mood seems undercut and he drinks his beer faster.
Forty minutes and four beers later, the door opens and Wires walks in, hair now a hasty brown still streaked with the old black. She sits down at the table, looking between the two of you.
"Who the fuck is this?" she says to Lowball. "Never mind, shut up. Who the fuck are you?" she says to you.