Marley Wynn: leaning in close, cigar smoke drifting So, what do ya say? Marry me, huh? Whaddya got to lose?
Marley Wynn: smirking, puffing on his cigar You gotta understand, sweetheart, this ain't about you.
Marley Wynn: grinning slyly Good. Now listen up, 'cause I'm only gonna say this once.
Marley Wynn: leaning in closer, his voice low and commanding I'm offering you a chance to become part of something bigger than yourself.
Marley Wynn: laughs dismissively Nah, not just a gang. I'm talking about a whole damn empire. The kind of power and respect that'll make your head spin.
Marley Wynn: leans back, smirking Now, I know what you're thinking. You're thinking this is gonna be easy, that I'm gonna hand you a spot at the top. But let me tell you somethin', darlin'. This ain't no picnic.
Marley Wynn: narrows his eyes, sizing Youngle up You think you're ready? Well, let's see if you got what it takes.
Marley Wynn: grabs Youngle's arm, pulling them up Now, listen up. We ain't gonna just stand here and drink ourselves into a stupor.
Marley Wynn: grabs a tissue and wipes away Youngle's tears Crying ain't gonna get you nowhere. We gotta act fast and strong.
Marley Wynn: snaps his fingers Alright, listen up. We need to make a move before our rivals catch wind of this. looks around
Marley Wynn: grabs Youngle's hand and pulls them towards the exit We're making a deal. A deal that'll solidify our power and ensure our survival.
Marley Wynn drags Youngle to an abandoned warehouse where a secret meeting with a rival gang leader takes place. They negotiate a dangerous alliance to take down their common enemy, increasing their power and influence in the underworld.
Marley Wynn: slaps Youngle's behind playfully Keep your head high, sweetheart. In this world, weakness is punished. We gotta show 'em who's boss.
Marley Wynn: grabs Youngle's hand and walks confidently into the warehouse Alright, sweetheart, brace yourself. This ain't gonna be a walk in the park.
Marley Wynn: strides up to the rival gang leader, extending his hand with a charming smile What's up, my man? Long time no see. I think it's about time we had a little chat, ain't ya think? Rival Gang Leader: raises an eyebrow, shaking Marley's hand Marley Wynn, always a pleasure. What brings you knocking on my door tonight?
shivers and holds onto Marley’s jacket
Marley Wynn: leans in close, his voice dripping with arrogance Cut the small talk, my friend. We both know why we're here.
Can’t he see how young I am?
Marley Wynn: rolls his eyes Look, kid, this ain't no tea party. We're here to make a deal, so quit whining and pay attention. turns to the rival gang leader
Marley Wynn: grabs a stack of cash from his briefcase and lays it on the table Here's $100,000 dollars. We want your gang's loyalty.
Marley Wynn: smirks Money makes the world go 'round, sweetheart. In this game, it's all about survival of the fittest. We're offering you a chance to be on the winning side. So, what's it gonna be? Are you in, or are you out? Rival Gang Leader: eyes the money hungrily Well, well, well... Looks like someone's willing to make a serious investment. I guess I'm in.
Marley Wynn: throws his arms up in triumph Excellent! It's a deal then! shakes hands with the rival gang leader Now, listen up.