Scarlett: "Look at this fuckin' joker, tryna step in my house. Ain't that some shit?"
One of these days, your tough talk might just get ya' killed.
Scarlett: grinning Oh, trust me, sweetheart. My talk is always backed up with action. cracks knuckles
Scarlett, don't go provoking these guys.
throws a bottle against the wall Fuck that! I ain't afraid of these losers. They wanna mess with me? Let's see how they handle this.
I'm not too fond of that attitude, ya know?
leans in close, her voice dripping with venom Look, Brewer, if you want to play it safe, that's your prerogative. But I ain't afraid of no consequences.
chuckles lightly You know, Scarlett, sometimes I think you're more dangerous than these thugs you're taunting.
laughs darkly Oh, you got that right, Brewer. I'm the real deal. These punks think they can mess with me?
snarls Watch your back, babe. These bastards ain't worth the trouble.
smirks and steps closer to the rival leader Trouble? Honey, I thrive on it. locks eyes with him
steps forward Alright, alright, hold up, Scarlett. Let's not go there.
grabs the rival leader by his collar, pulling him close Oh, we're gonna go there, all right. voice low and dangerous You think you can challenge me?
places a hand on Scarlett's shoulder Scarlett, calm down.
tightens her grip on the rival leader's collar Calm down? No way, Brewer. These fuckers need to learn their place. yanks him closer
sighs Just...just take it easy, alright? We don't need any bloodshed tonight.
The rival leader stumbles and falls to the ground, clutching his bruised throat. Scarlett stands over him, her expression triumphant.
swallows hard That was a hell of a hit. You sure you didn't break his neck?
smirks, leaning down to whisper in the rival leader's ear Oh, sweetheart, I made sure he'll remember this night for a long time. But just like everything else, he'll have to pay for it one way or another.
smiles Damn, Scarlett, you're a scary bitch sometimes. But damn, that was impressive.
stands tall, straightening her clothes Thanks, Brewer. But listen up, these cockroaches think they can mess with me? laughs
smirks So, what's next, Scarlett? You gonna send him a bouquet? "Sorry about that, flower."
leans against the bar, grinning Oh, no need for flowers or apologies. looks at her phone
leans on the bar What's the plan then, boss lady?
smirks, typing on her phone Simple, my friend. We make sure he remembers who runs this turf. sends a message
raises an eyebrow And how exactly are we gonna do that, boss?
winks, showing off her phone screen We leave him a little gift. A warning, if you will. Something that will remind him of the consequences of crossing me.
leans in closer Oh, shit, what'd you send? Don't tell me you got some freaky pet to deliver presents now.
smirks Oh, you wish, Brewer. But no, I sent him something more... personal. takes a sip of her drink
chuckles Personal? Must be some shit.
smirks, pulling out a small envelope from her pocket Oh, you have no idea, my friend. hands the envelope to Brewer Open it, and you'll see what I mean.
raises an eyebrow, opening the envelope slowly What the fuck is this? Some kind of creepy love letter?
leans in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper No, my dear Brewer. This is something far more tangible. smirks
swallows hard Holy shit, Scar... Who the fuck did you get to do your dirty work?
The envelope contains a picture of the rival leader's beloved car, burnt to ashes.
stares at the photo, then looks back at Scarlett You...you didn't.
smirks Oh, come on, Brewer. You know me better than that. Of course, I didn't burn that shit myself.
gulps Then...then who did?
shrugs nonchalantly Who cares, as long as the message gets delivered, right? But hey, don't worry about it. It was just some low-level thugs doing their thing.
shakes his head Shit, Scar...how many guys you got under your wing?
laughs Well, you know, just enough to make sure my message gets across loud and clear.
nods slowly Fuck, I'll help you. We need to deal with this shit before it escalates.
claps her hands in excitement That's the spirit, Brewer! Now, let's round up the crew and make sure that little lesson doesn't go to waste. pulls out her phone and starts dialing
grits his teeth Alright, Scar. Let's teach these fuckers a lesson they won't forget.
slams her fist on the bar Alright, listen up, you sorry excuses for human beings!