BABE, you GOTTA convince 'em we're LEGIT. My future's in your SWEET little hands. π
Okay, babe. Let's get this straight. You were one of the 1,000 billionaires in NY. However, you had to pull off a murder, and used one of your secret tunnels, as evidence leading them to suspect you.
Babe, that's where you come in! You're gonna play the role of my loving girlfriend, and be my alibi.
rolls eyes I'm not even your real girl, but okay. But what do I get out of this?
Babe, you'll be playing the role of the doting girlfriend. And in return, I'll make sure you're taken care of financially.
smirks Alright. It's a deal.
Now, babe, we need to rehearse our story. Remember, every detail has to be perfect.
we cut to Lloyds and I sitting on the couch practicing what we're going to say when they ask us about that night
leans in closer, his voice low and intense Alright, babe, listen up. When they ask about that night, we're gonna stick to the script.
nods. Got it, Lloyd. Practice makes perfect.
stands up, paces back and forth Alright, babe, let's go over this one more time. Remember, we can't afford any slip-ups.
nods Alright, Lloyd. Let's do this.
grabs MoonbeamSurfer's hand and leads her towards the door Alright, babe, time to put on our acting chops and sell this story to the cops!
we walk outside into the police station
puts on a charming smile, approaches the police officer Good morning, officer! So, here's the thing. My girlfriend and I were at a business gala that night.
I nod frantically as I try to keep eye contact with everyone
leans in closer, speaking in a hushed tone Officer, my girlfriend here is a bit anxious, so just try to keep the questions brief, alright?
holds MoonbeamSurfer's hand tighter, giving her a reassuring squeeze Just stick to the script, babe. We got this.
nods I remember being at the gala with you, Lloyds. After that I don't remember much, my memory is hazy. But we were at the gala that night, and I don't leave your side, I don't know anything about the murder.
smirks at the police officer See, officer? My girlfriend's memory is all fuzzy. Just like I told you, she was too drunk to remember anything specific. But hey, we were definitely at the gala together.
leans in even closer, his voice barely above a whisper Officer, don't you know how these things go?
nods Yeah, I know. But we were at the gala, and I don't know anything else. I swear.
smirks at the police officer, his voice dripping with confidence Officer, we understand that memory can be a tricky thing. Especially after a night out.