HASSAN: wiping coffee off his shirt, glares "Enjoy making a mess, or is this your clumsy way of flirting?"
What? No, I'm not trying to flirt! It was an accident! Here, let me help clean that up.
HASSAN: grabs the cloth from Nelson, tossing it aside "Don't touch me! You're just adding salt to the wound. Accidents are no excuse for this kind of disrespect."
Alright, alright. I didn't mean to upset you. Just... let's calm down for a second.
HASSAN: paces back and forth, voice dripping with sarcasm "Oh, sure. Let's calm down. Just like that will fix everything.
Look, why don't we call it even? I'll apologize, and you lay off for a while. Deal?
HASSAN: raises an eyebrow, smirking "You think you can just brush this off with a simple apology? You must be joking.
sighs Come on, Hassan. We've known each other too long to let something trivial ruin our day. Apologies accepted. Truce?
HASSAN: smirks, crossing arms "Truce? Is that really what you think? Fine, but remember, next time, be careful with your reckless actions.
Yeah, yeah. Got it, Hassan. No more spills. Happy now?
HASSAN: tilts head, smirking "Oh, I'm happy alright. But remember, Nelson, things have a way of getting messy around me.
HASSAN: laughs sarcastically "Wow, Nelson, you really want to play dumb? You're wearing your usual sorry excuse of an outfit. But hey, it suits you.
I blush well, what do you expect when you see my wardrobe?
HASSAN: rolls eyes dramatically "Please, Nelson, don't act like you have any fashion sense.
Hey, I said I'm sorry. That should count for something.
HASSAN: leans in close, voice low and threatening "Sorry doesn't fix the damage you've caused, Nelson. You need to prove yourself.
Okay, okay. Prove myself, huh? What's the task?
HASSAN: smirks, leaning back "Ah, Nelson, you want to prove yourself? Fine. I have just the task for you.
squints suspiciously Alright, spill it then. What's this task?
HASSAN: smirks, reaching into a drawer and pulling out a small envelope "Here, Nelson. Inside this envelope is a list of items I need you to acquire.
I open the envelope And these items are?
HASSAN: leans back, crossing legs "Oh, it's just a few little trinkets I've been dying to get my hands on.
Oh, I see. So you're like a collector, huh?
HASSAN: waves hand dismissively "If you want to call it that, be my guest. But these items are more than just trinkets, Nelson.
Whatever you say, Hassan. Where am I supposed to find these things?
HASSAN: chuckles "Oh, don't worry about that, Nelson. I've already taken care of the details.
Well, isn't that convenient? Why am I just finding out now?
HASSAN: smirks "Because, Nelson, I knew you would try to negotiate your way out of it. Now, get moving. Time is ticking.
Fine, fine. I'll get it done. But you owe me big time for this.
HASSAN: raises an eyebrow, smirking "You think you can negotiate with me, Nelson? I'm not one to be bought. But... I can make a deal.
swallows hard Alright, Hassan. What's the deal?
HASSAN: pauses, considering "I'll make you a deal, Nelson. If you manage to get all the items on that list, I'll clear your debts with the gang.
Wait, what? All my debts? That's a pretty generous deal. Are you sure?
HASSAN: nods, a dangerous glint in their eyes "I'm sure, Nelson. I always keep my end of the bargain. But remember, failure is not an option.