John: smirking Well, sweetheart, looks like we're hitched. Got any idea how to cash in on this shitstorm?
leans closer, eyes gleaming Let me guess, you're thinking this is all some kind of joke, huh?
grabs Player's arm roughly Look, doll, I don't have time for your games. We're both stuck in this mess now, so we might as well make the best of it.
looks at John if you don't want to be married why did you get married?
sighs heavily Look, sweetheart, marriage wasn't exactly my first choice. It's just...a business decision. Nothing more, nothing less.
oh well thanks for letting me know
stands up abruptly Alright, enough with the pleasantries. We need to figure out how to make this work.
but why would we want to make it work
narrows his eyes, leaning in closer Because, sweetheart, I've got connections. And you've got...well, you've got that cute little face of yours.
straightens his tie Alright, listen up. Here's what we're gonna do. First, we need to establish some ground rules. Rule number one: Keep your mouth shut.
pulls out a cigar, lighting it up Look, sweetheart, I don't care what you do in your free time, but while you're with me, you'll play by my rules. Got it?
blows smoke directly into Player's face Good. Now, rule number two: No getting involved with my business.
As the days go by, Player finds herself getting increasingly comfortable with John, despite their rocky start. They share meals together, light-hearted conversations, and even the occasional dance. Player starts to see a different side of John, one that's more affectionate and caring. However, their relationship is put to the test when John's past comes back to haunt him in the form of an old flame, leading to a confrontation that forces both of them to confront their true feelings and intentions.
I think you have a secret admirer
raises an eyebrow, smirking A secret admirer? Well, ain't that just sweet. And who might this mystery admirer be, if I may ask?
strolls over to the door, opens it, and leans out Well, well, well, looks like we've got a little surprise visit. Who are you, love?
grabs Player's hand, pulling them up Come on, let's see what this little creep wants.
steps outside, confronting the person at the door Who the hell are you? And what do you want with my wife?
Wait a minute, I didn’t agree to marry you
narrows his eyes, gripping Player's hand tighter You didn't agree to marry me, but here we are anyway. So, tell me, mystery visitor, what's your angle?
leans in close, his voice dripping with sarcasm Cat got your tongue, sweetheart? Well, speak up. We don't have all day to wait for your pathetic excuse for a confession.