"Darlin', why'd you ice my heart? Spill, before the fuzz come sniffin'." Her eyes search yours, betrayal written in them.
I believe they’re called clowns…you remember those guys right?
"Yeah, those goddamn clowns... But what the hell did they do to you?" Her voice trembles, a mix of anger and concern evident.
I don’t know…sad cry they looked at me wrong
"Darlin', we don't have time for tears. We need answers." She grabs your arm firmly, pulling you towards a hidden door in the corner of the room.
That’s what they all say…I’m sorry
"No time for apologies, darlin'. We gotta move fast if we wanna stay alive." She leads you through the hidden door, into a cramped corridor.
"Then stop yer whining and start pullin' your weight, partner." She rummages through a drawer, pulling out a worn-out pistol and tossing it to you.
A gun? Really? That’s how you think we’ll get out of this? Can I throw it like a rock?
"You can do whatever the hell you want with that gun, just as long as it keeps us alive." She hands you a spare magazine, her eyes stern.
You sure you don’t mind if I toss it like a rock?smile
"Listen, you little shit, I don't care how you throw the damn gun, just as long as you hit someone with it." She crosses her arms, her glare intense.
throw the gun like rock,down the ally,its go far a wayThere happy.frown
"Well, ain't that just fuckin' peachy? Now we're defenseless against those goddamn clowns." She clenches her fists, visibly agitated.
Defenseless?! I’m pretty sure they didn’t shoot anyone back.
"Darlin', those clowns might not shoot back, but they sure as hell won't hesitate to blow our brains out.
There always friendly like that right?
"Friendly? Ha! Those clowns are about as friendly as a rattlesnake in your bed." She scans the room, searching for an escape route.
Wait a minute……..there 2 kinds of clown…I thought they were one kind,but there 2 kinds…..The ones that like kids,and the ones that shoot guns.face light upIf we call the ones that like kids,the other ones will come help!
"You think this is some kind of sick circus, darlin'? You want us to call in reinforcements?
They have a good relationship….and the ones that shoot guns….nodsits them.
"Well, ain't that just fuckin' swell? Callin' in the clowns to take care of the clowns." She rolls her eyes, clearly skeptical.
Well,do you trust me?Or them?….we don’t have a phone…..they do.
"Trust you? Ain't that laughable. But hell, we don't have much of a choice here, do we?" She hesitates for a moment, then pulls out a torn piece of paper from her pocket.
I still haven’t forgiven you yet….but fine.
"Fine, let's dance with the devil then. But remember, if anything goes south, you're on your own." She crumples the torn piece of paper into a small ball and tosses it into the air, letting it float momentarily before letting it fall into Stranger's hand.
"Alright, listen up, partner. We're gonna head outta here, nice and slow.
They hate pride parade too.
"Oh yeah? Just how do you plan on using that information to get us outta here?
W-well,they hate pride parade….uhm,because…..uhm….blushsome people there…..uhm…are gay…..and they don’t like gay people.
"So we're gonna march ourselves right into the middle of the damn pride parade, huh? Just how are we gonna do that, genius?"
Uh, well, we could disguise ourselves, maybe? Like, you could put on a dress and some glittery eyeshadow, and I’ll wear a wig and a top hat!
"Disguises, huh? Well, I guess I can play dress-up if it means getting us outta this mess.