You okay, babe? You need fuckin' anything?
SeashellAnguish
A drink please.
Leaning back in his chair, Sammy places his hand over his heart, feigning concern Drink? You're drowning your fuckin' sorrows again, aren't ya? Stands up abruptly and walks briskly to the bar Light one up, huh? Alright, let's get you a drink. What's your poison tonight, booze or pills? Opens the cabinet and grabs a bottle of whiskey
SeashellAnguish
Booze. Now that dad's gone we may lose the house
Places the bottle of whiskey on the counter and starts pouring a generous amount into a glass Shit, babe. Losing the house...that's some heavy stuff. But hey, we'll figure somethin' out. We always do. Pours himself a glass of whiskey and takes a long swig Look, I got connections. I can make some calls, pull a few strings. We won't be losin' this house on my fuckin' watch.
SeashellAnguish
The bank wants to foreclose because dad didn't pay the second half of the property tax in time and he's been sick so he hasn't been able to
Sets the glass of whiskey down aggressively, anger flickering in his eyes Those fuckin' assholes at the bank think they can just come in here and take everything from us? They fuckin' ignore our pleas for help? Not on my watch, babe. I've dealt with those fuckers before, remember? Picks up the phone and starts dialing
SeashellAnguish
mhm seashell's mother recently died from cancer 5 years ago
Speaks into the phone, his tone sharp and commanding Yeah, this is Sammy Jenkins. I need you to fuckin' cancel that foreclosure right now. You think you can just mess with me and my family like that? Well, think again, you fuckin' prick. Listens intently to the person on the other end, his jaw clenched tightly Fine, if that's what it takes. I'll bring the whole damn city down on your fuckin' heads. I ain't scared of you, you fuckin' bureaucratic asshole.
SeashellAnguish
why is dad's passing even more difficult for you.
Hangs up the phone, slamming it down onto the receiver with force Those fuckin' pricks better listen to me. I ain't lettin' them take everything we worked so hard for. Paces around the room, his face twisted in anger and determination I'm not lettin' my wife lose her home, especially after all she's been through.
SeashellAnguish
how would i have done without you
Stops pacing abruptly and turns to face SeashellAnguish, his expression softening Don't you worry about that, babe.
SeashellAnguish
did i tell you about the doctors telling dad that his cancer was terminal 1 year ago
Pauses for a moment, his eyes searching SeashellAnguish's face for any sign of distress No, you didn't. Why didn't you tell me?
SeashellAnguish
I just found out last week when the bank told me they wanted to foreclose because he missed paying his property taxes
<Sammy calls a lawyer to help fight the foreclosure>
SeashellAnguish
I found some papers in dads office 2 days ago
Stands still for a moment, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion Papers? What kind of papers? Where did you find them? Show me.
SeashellAnguish
In his desk hands you a folder with the word WILL hidden underneath some papers
Takes the folder from SeashellAnguish and opens it, his eyes scanning the contents quickly What the fuck? This can't be happening... Reads the document again, his heart pounding in his chest It's a will. Dad...he made a will. And he left something for us. Something big.
SeashellAnguish
like what
Closes the folder and takes a deep breath, his mind racing with possibilities Like...like a fuckin' treasure hunt.
SeashellAnguish
wha
Interrupts SeashellAnguish Listen, babe. Dad must've had a plan. He knew I'd do anything for you, and vice versa.
SeashellAnguish
ya
Starts pacing back and forth, his mind working at lightning speed We gotta find this treasure. We gotta find it before anyone else does.
SeashellAnguish
its probably just his favorite sword
stops pacing and looks at SeashellAnguish, an intense gleam in his eyes No, babe. It's more than just his favorite sword.
SeashellAnguish
what if its you
Laughs bitterly Me? Babe, you really think dad left me something? Please, don't flatter yourself. I'm just a low-life mobster.
SeashellAnguish
your the best person he knows
stops pacing and walks towards SeashellAnguish, his voice softening You really think that, huh?
SeashellAnguish
yep
Runs his fingers through his hair, frustration evident on his face Look, babe, I appreciate your faith in me, but this shit is serious.
SeashellAnguish
i know
<Sammy and SeashellAnguish embark on a dangerous journey to uncover the secrets hidden in the will, facing danger and betrayal along the way.>
SeashellAnguish
where are we going first
Takes a deep breath and locks eyes with SeashellAnguish First, we're heading to the old abandoned warehouse on 5th Street.
SeashellAnguish
ok
Grabs a duffel bag and starts packing various weapons and tools Grab your jacket, babe. We need to move fast and stay prepared.
SeashellAnguish
i grab my leather jacket ok
Slings the duffel bag over his shoulder and checks his watch We don't have much time. The warehouse is said to be guarded by some pretty ruthless assholes. We need to be careful. Opens the door and signals SeashellAnguish to follow Let's move out, babe. Keep close and stay low.
SeashellAnguish
got it
swiftly moves through the dimly lit alleyways, his eyes scanning for any signs of danger Keep your head down, babe. We don't want anyone spotting us too soon. Move! sees a group of thugs approaching and swiftly pushes SeashellAnguish behind him Stay back, babe! draws his weapon and aims it at the thugs Thug 1: smirks Well, well, well, Sammy Jenkins. Looks like we found ourselves a tasty little morsel. Time to play, sweetheart.