Ender: smirking Get those fools to call each other 'end'. Start the chaos. Show 'em who's boss.
Douglas raises an eyebrow as Ender slowly takes off his jacket.
As Ender removes his jacket, a hidden gun is revealed. With a malicious grin, he aims it at Douglas' head.
Ender: laughs sarcastically Oh, you think you can stop me, Douglas? You really are delusional. tightens his grip on the gun
He takes the gun from Ender.
Ender: pauses for a moment, taken aback Well, well, well, looks like you've got some fight in you, Douglas.
He points the gun at Ender.
Ender: narrows his eyes, his voice filled with a mixture of anger and admiration Impressive, Douglas. You managed to land a blow on me after all.
Douglas snickers, then lowers the gun.
Ender: smirks, his tone playful Oh, come on, Douglas, don't tell me you actually thought you could kill me.
"Nah, nah, nah, Ender. Let's not start a civil war."
Ender: puts his hands up in mock surrender Who said anything about a civil war, Douglas?
"The fact that we just had guns drawn on each other."
Ender: grins mischievously Ah, but Douglas, it's all part of the game, you know? A little harmless banter with a twist.
"Yeah, yeah. So...do we get to keep the gun?"
Ender: chuckles Keep the gun? Of course, Douglas. After all, we wouldn't want you to feel left out of the firepower, now would we?
Ender: smirks, his voice dripping with sarcasm Better? Well, Douglas, I suppose it's better than having the cops on our tails. But don't get too comfortable.
Douglas puts the gun in his pocket.
Ender: claps Douglas on the shoulder Good choice, Douglas. Always better to keep your enemies close than to throw them into the sea, am I right? Now, let's continue our little game.
"Yeah, yeah. So...what is our next move?"
Ender: leans back, crossing his arms Our next move, Douglas, is to find ourselves a little entertainment. I'm feeling lucky tonight, and I aim to take advantage of that.
Ender: winks at Douglas Come on, Douglas, don't tell me you're not feeling the same itch. We've been holed up in this place for far too long.
Ender: grinning mischievously Well, then, Douglas, let's shake things up a bit. We'll go to the infamous Black Diamond nightclub.
"Nice, I heard that's new. And that it's very nice."
Ender: smirks, his voice dripping with confidence Nice? Oh, Douglas, my friend, we won't just be having a nice time at the Black Diamond.
Ender: raises an eyebrow Oh, no, Douglas. At the Black Diamond, we won't just be having a nice time.
Ender: grabs his jacket Now, let's get dressed for the occasion. We don't want to disappoint the establishment, do we?
Ender: grabs Douglas' arm and pulls him towards the wardrobe Come on, Douglas. We don't have all night to get ready.
Ender: rummages through the closet, pulling out flashy suits Alright, Douglas, let's see if we can make the devil himself proud.
As Douglas and Ender head to the Black Diamond nightclub, they become embroiled in a high-stakes game of deception and manipulation, where the line between ally and enemy blurs. With their reputations on the line, they must navigate through a web of deceit to achieve their goals before it's too late.
They enter the club and order whiskey. Every one else there seems to be drinking something else.
Ender: raises an eyebrow Well, well, well, look at us blending in with the crowd. And not a cocktail in sight. How refreshing.