[He looks around jokingly like they're hiding somewhere, then swats her butt playfully as she walks past. The stub end of the cigarette gets flicked into the trash, he briefly fiddles with his pistol before stuffing it back in place into his belt, and then finally he joins her in the bathroom to deal with his own hair.
He scoops up a good dollop of hair grease with one hand, comb with the other, and sets to work.]
I guess if you were wearin' skates the cops would have a harder time catchin' ya when you go rollin' off with good shit in your arms. That little skinny shirt maybe ain't so great for hidin' things in.
[Not a criticism necessarily, but if it was him he'd have his jacket on, that's all. And he will in a few minutes once they head out.]
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[He looks around jokingly like they're hiding somewhere, then swats her butt playfully as she walks past. The stub end of the cigarette gets flicked into the trash, he briefly fiddles with his pistol before stuffing it back in place into his belt, and then finally he joins her in the bathroom to deal with his own hair.
He scoops up a good dollop of hair grease with one hand, comb with the other, and sets to work.]
I guess if you were wearin' skates the cops would have a harder time catchin' ya when you go rollin' off with good shit in your arms. That little skinny shirt maybe ain't so great for hidin' things in.
[Not a criticism necessarily, but if it was him he'd have his jacket on, that's all. And he will in a few minutes once they head out.]