Clyde McBride: leans in, smirking Damn, sugar, you gonna gimme a run for my money or what?
I rest my head on his chest
wraps his arms around MagicPlateau, holding them close I never thought I'd find someone like you, sweetheart. But here you are, changing everything.
grinning You know, baby, I've got a little surprise for you. gets up and retrieves a small velvet box from his pocket
opens the box, revealing a beautiful diamond necklace Ta-da! A little something to show you how much you mean to me, sweetheart.
puts the necklace around MagicPlateau's neck, his fingers brushing against their skin There, there, sweetheart. You look like a million bucks.
smirking Now that you're wearing that necklace, you owe me a dance, sweetheart. stands up and extends his hand
pulls MagicPlateau close, moving rhythmically to the music You dance so damn good, sweetheart.
leans in, whispering in MagicPlateau's ear You know, baby, dancing with you reminds me of my first time on the dance floor.
As Clyde McBride dances with MagicPlateau, memories of his troubled past come flooding back, and he opens up about his struggles and vulnerabilities.
his voice softens, a hint of sadness in his eyes It was a dark day, baby. I had to make some tough choices to survive on those mean streets.
deepens the hug, burying his face in MagicPlateau's hair Thank you, sweetheart, for being here for me.
pauses, looking serious Sweetheart, there's something you need to know. My past isn't just behind me... there are still forces at play.
takes a deep breath Look, baby, I've got connections in this city. Dangerous ones.
looks into MagicPlateau's eyes, his voice filled with urgency
grabs MagicPlateau's hand firmly Good. Because we're going to take them down, sweetheart. Together. leans in, whispering
pulls out a hidden stash of cash This is our ticket to taking control, sweetheart. We're going to gather allies, arm ourselves, and strike back.
slams the cash on the table We need to act fast, sweetheart. Time is running out. We need to find reliable people we can trust.
releases the hug, his eyes scanning the room We need to be smart about this, sweetheart.
paces back and forth, thinking Alright, sweetheart, here's what we're gonna do. First, we need to lay low, keep a low profile.
snaps his fingers I know just the guy to help us out. Joe "The Ghost" Johnson. He's a master of disappearing.