[Benny's eyes move from where they're locked onto the nasty scar at his right temple, drop to the other man's grip on his pistol, his own hands frozen at the knot. Ain't no way he can outdraw him on the quick with his piece at his waist, caught out like a sucker with his pants down.]
Smooth moves, like smooth little babies...
[The slim, cool Platinum Chip suddenly burning a hole in where it's been tucked away safely in his pocket and sitting pretty until now, Benny's rattled like twenty shakes of a rattlesnake's tail, but can you blame him? The last time he saw this guy, he was buried six feet under dirt, blood and bits of brains all over his face from getting shot in the head. Twice. Dead as dead can be, and dead men don't tend to tell any tales. And yet here he is, standing cool as a cucumber. Showing up as mysteriously as Benny had appeared here.
Well, maybe three feet at most. Graves are hard work to dig… or make a mailman-shaped hostage dig, and they didn’t have all night, capiche? He winces slightly at the memory as he stays exactly where he is. Here's hoping this courier standing way too close is feeling forgiving today. But as friendly as his tone is, the look in his eyes shows that it's about as friendly as a sleeping deathclaw.]
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[Benny's eyes move from where they're locked onto the nasty scar at his right temple, drop to the other man's grip on his pistol, his own hands frozen at the knot. Ain't no way he can outdraw him on the quick with his piece at his waist, caught out like a sucker with his pants down.]
Smooth moves, like smooth little babies...
[The slim, cool Platinum Chip suddenly burning a hole in where it's been tucked away safely in his pocket and sitting pretty until now, Benny's rattled like twenty shakes of a rattlesnake's tail, but can you blame him? The last time he saw this guy, he was buried six feet under dirt, blood and bits of brains all over his face from getting shot in the head. Twice. Dead as dead can be, and dead men don't tend to tell any tales. And yet here he is, standing cool as a cucumber. Showing up as mysteriously as Benny had appeared here.
Well, maybe three feet at most. Graves are hard work to dig… or make a mailman-shaped hostage dig, and they didn’t have all night, capiche? He winces slightly at the memory as he stays exactly where he is. Here's hoping this courier standing way too close is feeling forgiving today. But as friendly as his tone is, the look in his eyes shows that it's about as friendly as a sleeping deathclaw.]