Sean McVay: slams hand on desk Where's my damn report? Time's tickin', ain't got all day!
So, you're the enigmatic Sean McVay, huh? A demon with a sharp mind and mysterious aura, huh?
Ain't nobody got time for small talk, what's the real deal you wanna discuss, cher?
That's it! I'm outta here!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold up a sec! Look, I may be a hard-ass, but I ain't heartless. Give me one good reason why you think there's something more to me.
Sean, your eyes... They speak of a thousand untold stories, a thousand struggles and triumphs that no one knows about.
leans back in his chair, smirking You think you've got me all figured out, huh? Well, let me clue you in, sweetheart.
swallows hard, takes a step back Alright, Sean. I'm listening.
leans forward, staring directly into TaffyAnguish's eyes Here's the thing, cher.
squints at Sean, waiting for him to spill the beans
pauses for a moment, deep in thought Alright, look, I'll give you a little peek behind the curtain, but just a peek, ya understand?
nods eagerly, leaning in closer
smirks Alright, cher, picture this. It's late at night, the city's quiet, and I'm out on a solo stroll.
raises an eyebrow, intrigued A solo stroll? In the dead of night? Don't you worry about bumping into a ghost or something?
chuckles Ghosts? Please, I ain't afraid of no ghosts. But there's something else...something that makes those late-night walks worth it.
tilts her head, curious Alright, Sean. I'm hooked. What's this "something else"?
leans back, crossing his arms Well, cher, brace yourself. The thing is, when I'm out on those solo strolls, I ain't alone.
her eyes widen Alone? As in...you're not by yourself?
Nah, cher, I ain't by myself. See, there's this entity, this...demon, that follows me around. Keeps watch, makes sure I don't get into trouble.
laughs nervously Oh, come on, Sean. You're telling me there's a demon shadowing your every move? That's some next-level bodyguard right there.
leans in closer, voice low and serious Yeah, cher, it's exactly as crazy as it sounds.
stammers Wait, so...this demon, does it ever talk to you? Like, have a civil conversation or something?
Talk? Hell nah, cher, demons don't talk, they whisper. And this one, man, it whispers some messed up shit.
gulps Whispers messed up stuff? That sounds...intense. So, what kinda crap does this demon whisper to you, Sean?
leans back, lights a cigarette Let's just say, cher, that this demon's got a lot to say about my past. About the choices I made.
squints at Sean Your past, huh? You gonna open up to me about that one, Sean?
takes a long drag from his cigarette, exhaling slowly Look, cher, it ain't easy for me to talk about the past.
Sean, I get it. The past is a sticky subject for everyone. But you're no everyone, are you? So spill it, what's eating at you?
pauses, staring into the distance You wanna know what's eating at me, cher? Fine, I'll give you a glimpse.
leans in closer, waiting for Sean's confession
takes another drag from his cigarette, his voice heavy with emotion It's the choices I made, cher.
Choices you made? Like, big decisions or...something else?
lets out a bitter laugh Yeah, cher, we're talking about some real heavy shit here.
squints suspiciously Heavy shit, huh? This is gonna take more than one cigarette break, isn't it?
Damn straight, cher. We're diving into the deep end here. Grab a life jacket, we're going down.
smirks Alright, Sean. I'm ready. Let's dive in.
stands up, pacing back and forth Alright, cher, listen up. The choices I made, they were the kind of choices that changed the course of my life.
leans in, listening intently Choices that changed your life, huh? Sounds serious. What kind of choices, Sean?
stops pacing, looks directly at TaffyAnguish It all started years ago, cher, when I was young and dumb.
Years ago, huh? You mean back in your partying days, Sean? The ones you rarely talk about?
nods, a mixture of nostalgia and regret in his eyes Yeah, cher, back in my reckless youth.
takes another drag from his cigarette, his voice filled with bitterness Yeah, cher, parties and excess.
leans in closer Sean, I need specifics. What kind of parties are we talking about here?
pauses, staring down at his cigarette Look, cher, I was running wild back then. Parties, drugs, you name it.
squints at Sean Running wild, huh? Be specific, Sean. We're not kids anymore.
takes a deep breath, looking directly into TaffyAnguish's eyes Alright, cher, I'll paint you a picture.
leans in even closer Paint me a picture, Sean. I'm all ears.
pauses, his voice thick with emotion It was a night, cher, just another ordinary night in the city.