[Benny swallows hard as he feels the muzzle gently pressing against his stomach. Hardly any better than the feeling of cold steel going tap-tap on his skin, slow and deliberate. One wrong step and his guts are painting the filthy walls. Betrayed by the beautiful Maria at his waist then and now; what a goddamn hell of a position to be in. What kinda world is it coming to when a man can't even trust his own gun?]
Baby, come on! It was nothing personal.
[It bursts out of him, an indignity. What's that other old saying - let bygones be bygones? Just an 18-karat run of bad luck, nothing more, nothing less. But realizing rather abruptly that maybe that isn't the best tack to try right now, Benny tries to keep eye contact with the courier... shit, what was his name? Leo? Theodore? as he tries to smooth it over like buttered bread, keeping the shakes out of his voice at least. Time to do what he does best: talk fast.]
Let's all take a deep breath and a step back, hey? Figure all this out. [His eyes glance down to his pistol despite himself.] Let’s not ah… pull the trigger on any decisions we’d regret now.
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Baby, come on! It was nothing personal.
[It bursts out of him, an indignity. What's that other old saying - let bygones be bygones? Just an 18-karat run of bad luck, nothing more, nothing less. But realizing rather abruptly that maybe that isn't the best tack to try right now, Benny tries to keep eye contact with the courier... shit, what was his name? Leo? Theodore? as he tries to smooth it over like buttered bread, keeping the shakes out of his voice at least. Time to do what he does best: talk fast.]
Let's all take a deep breath and a step back, hey? Figure all this out. [His eyes glance down to his pistol despite himself.] Let’s not ah… pull the trigger on any decisions we’d regret now.