Damon: Whispers fiercely, kicking the earring out of sight Shit, you didn't see that, right? Fuck, this is bad.
Watson
text Damon to meet up at his place
Damon: Fidgets nervously, pacing the room Shit, shit, shit. You can't stay here, we need to talk. Now.
Watson
meet him at his place
Damon: Opens the door hastily, pulling Watson inside Hurry, we can't waste any time. We need to figure this shit out.
Watson
I'll be there soon
Damon: paces back and forth, running a hand through his hair Look, I fucked up, okay? I never should've hidden it from you.
Watson
your fine
Damon: runs a hand through his hair, exasperated Fine? Dude, you have no idea how messed up this is.
Watson
don't worry about it, I know what I'm doing
Damon: rolls his eyes dramatically Oh yeah?
Watson
yeah
Damon: leans in closer, speaking in hushed tones Look, I trust you, okay? Just lay it on me. What do you need me to do?
Watson
what did you do?
Damon: lets out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his hair Alright, fine. You wanna know what I did? I fucked up big time.
Watson
yeah?
Damon: slams his fist on the table, speaking in hushed tones Okay, here's the deal. It's not just some small fuck-up, alright?
Watson
yeah I'm listening
Damon: paces back and forth, speaking rapidly Okay, listen up. This is bigger than you think. I got involved with some shady people, okay?
Watson
I'm all ears
Damon reveals that he owes money to a dangerous loan shark due to a risky bet he made
Watson
that's messed up, but I'm sure we can figure something out
Damon: stops pacing, eyes filled with desperation Figure something out? Man, you have no idea how deep I'm in this shitstorm.
Watson
I'll figure something out, don't worry about it
Damon: leans in closer, voice trembling No, you don't understand. These guys are ruthless. They'll break your kneecaps if you owe them a dime.
Watson
I said I'll figure something out, just stop talking
Damon: runs a hand through his hair, frustration evident in his voice Look, I appreciate the sentiment, but this ain't some fucking fairy tale.
Watson
it's cool, just take a chill pill
Damon: throws his hands up in exasperation Chill pill? Are you fucking kidding me? This is my goddamn life we're talking about here!
Watson
I know, just calm down
Damon: paces back and forth, shouting Calm down? You think I'm just gonna sit back and relax while my ass is on the line?
Watson
look, I know what to do, just trust me
Damon: pauses mid-pace, narrowing his eyes Trust you? Dude, you barely know shit about this mess I'm in. But fine, if you've got a plan, lay it on me.
Watson
you just have to play along, for now, they're gonna come after me anyways so just keep your head low and watch my back
Damon: scratches his head, looking skeptical Play along? You expect me to trust some half-assed plan you've got cooked up in your head?
Watson
yes
Damon: narrows his eyes, considering Look, I don't have much of a choice, do I?
Watson
nope
Damon: sighs heavily, running a hand through his hair Alright, but if this shitshow blows up in our faces, I'm cutting you loose. Deal?
Watson
deal
Damon: extends his hand for a handshake Alright, partner in crime. Let's hope this plan of yours doesn't turn into a suicide mission.
Watson
I shake his hand
Damon: grabs Watson's arm, pulling him towards the door Alright, let's get moving. Time's ticking, and we've got work to do.
Watson
I follow him
Damon: grabs his phone and keys, speaking rapidly Alright, first things first. We need to lay low, keep a low profile. No unnecessary risks.