[Johnnie laughs, taking that for an obvious joke, but the looks on their faces tell him maybe it wasn't meant to be.
So the laughter fades, and he takes in the seriousness of it all over the next two or so seconds before bristling, eyes narrowed.]
The fuck do you mean, six hundred? That shit ain't worth that much, it's just fucking cocaine! What, 's it made from fuckin' ground up angels or some shit? Diamonds? I fuckin' sell that shit at home, I'd get fuckin' stabbed if I tried to sell it for anywhere near that much! Fuck, I oughta gut you for even suggesting it!
[Booze keeps his chatter going long after he should have stopped, and allows his hand to slip toward the knife at his belt.
And, seeing this, the woman stuffs the bag back in her purse and quickly turns to leave. Her partner backs off a step as well, but keeps his eyes on Johnnie just in case.]
Fine. We've wasted enough time on this. Good luck, kiddos.
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So the laughter fades, and he takes in the seriousness of it all over the next two or so seconds before bristling, eyes narrowed.]
The fuck do you mean, six hundred? That shit ain't worth that much, it's just fucking cocaine! What, 's it made from fuckin' ground up angels or some shit? Diamonds? I fuckin' sell that shit at home, I'd get fuckin' stabbed if I tried to sell it for anywhere near that much! Fuck, I oughta gut you for even suggesting it!
[Booze keeps his chatter going long after he should have stopped, and allows his hand to slip toward the knife at his belt.
And, seeing this, the woman stuffs the bag back in her purse and quickly turns to leave. Her partner backs off a step as well, but keeps his eyes on Johnnie just in case.]
Fine. We've wasted enough time on this. Good luck, kiddos.