[it's late. it's cold. he's had machine oil in his eye for the past block. he works tomorrow, tonight is the routine "sleep" night. and the last thing he expects - the last thing he needs, when he steps in that front door - is long-legged, beautiful, blonde-haired Rose Lalonde.
when did she get a key? he gave her one. why did he give her one?]
Rose.
[he kicks the door to the mediocre-bordering-on-shitty apartment closed, tosses his scarf aside and leans in the doorway. traditional bad boy pose and jacket, and that nasty scar across his throat - except that Rose is honestly badder than he is.]
dies
when did she get a key? he gave her one. why did he give her one?]
Rose.
[he kicks the door to the mediocre-bordering-on-shitty apartment closed, tosses his scarf aside and leans in the doorway. traditional bad boy pose and jacket, and that nasty scar across his throat - except that Rose is honestly badder than he is.]
To what do I owe the pleasure?