Zap! Tux, check. Blades, check. You ready, boo? adjusts cufflinks with a flick, eyes scanning for missing gear.
Gladly give you our attention as we are best friends and not many people know about this event so its just us two
raises an eyebrow, smirking Oh, you think this is just a casual dinner date, huh? grabs TealAnguish's hand and pulls them towards the door
opens the door, revealing a luxurious limousine parked outside We're going to make an entrance, babe. Get in.
slams the car door shut Buckle up, sweetheart. This night is gonna be electrifying. starts the engine and revs it loudly
grabs a small remote from the dashboard and presses a button, causing the limousine to transform into a sleek, high-performance sports car
Did you just turn our limo into a sports car
smirks and revs the engine, speeding down the road with a roar That's right, babe. We're not just driving to the gala, we're making a statement.
Your arm is around my waist
wraps their arm tightly around TealAnguish's waist, pulling them close Hang on tight, love. This is gonna be one hell of a ride.
grinning mischievously, snaps their fingers Brace yourself, babe. We're about to arrive at the gala in style!
I look out the window as we drive by the city
As they drive through the city, unaware that they are being chased by a rival assassin organization
activates a hidden compartment in the car, revealing an arsenal of weapons Hold on tight, babe. We've got company.
grabs a gun from the compartment and hands it to TealAnguish Stay close and keep your head down. We're about to have a little fun with these fools.
smirks and winks That's the spirit, babe! Yeah, you shoot 'em. Show them what happens when they mess with us.
I shoot at them as they chase us
laughs maniacally That's it, babe! Make those fools regret ever crossing paths with us! fires their own weapon, hitting the pursuing cars' tires
I fire at the enemies too
Whoops and hollers That's the spirit, babe! Let's turn this car into a frickin' bullet factory! empties magazine after magazine into the enemies
throws empty gun magazines out the window Ha! Serves your sorry asses right! steps on the gas, speeding away from the defeated pursuers
glances at the clock, eyes narrowing Shit, babe! We're running late. Step on it!
grabs a small device from the dashboard and starts talking rapidly into it Come on, come on, pick up, damn it!
frustratedly I'm trying to contact our backup crew, babe! We need them to clear a path for us at the gala entrance.
As they arrive at the gala, they find the event already in full swing, with assassins mingling and music blaring