[All right, he can sure get used to this. Chrissy can play with his hair all she likes. It feels nice, and he's content to close his eyes and enjoy the attention.
He pats her shoulder in thanks as he gets up and swipes the bill off the table, then swings past the bathroom so he can have a glance at how she did. Nice.
The door, well, he does approach with some caution and peer through the peephole first. They kinda did just set a whole bunch of fires in a town to the north, after all, and while it would be tricky for the police to have found them, given his unlicensed out-of-state bike and some probable witness confusion over their inconsistent visibility, it's not impossible. In fact, it's probably a good reason to look cleaned up and groomed and not wear his jacket, just in case.
But instead, no, it's the pizza delivery. Sweet. He opens the door, then grins as the pizza guy clearly peers right through him, looking for whoever opened that door.]
Ah man, you're havin' a fucked up evening, huh? Lookit you. You want this?
[Johnnie slaps the twenty against the wall right at eye level. The delivery guy's hands are full, one with a pizza box and the other with a bag containing the rest of their order, but he sees the money, that's obvious. Probably figures it's taped there. The guy crouches down to put down the goods, and reaches for the bill, but Johnnie slides it up the wall, then down, out of his grasp and erratic.
As the delivery driver shouts and falls backward, startled, Johnnie scoots the food into the room, folds the twenty into a tighter little bundle, then flicks it out onto the pavement past the door. And just to be an asshole, as the guy starts standing, then reaches for it, he gets a swift kick to the ass to keep him down a second longer.
But that's enough fucking around, he's hungry, so Johnny while crowing with laughter, nudges the door closed and locks it, then brings their victory prize in and sets it on the table.]
Jesus, that guy's face! You shoulda seen it. Poor dude's got a hell of a story for his coworkers now.
[Time to dig in, though, finally. He sits himself down and grabs a slice and promptly gulps down a huge bite. Mmmm, hot cheesy goodness.]
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He pats her shoulder in thanks as he gets up and swipes the bill off the table, then swings past the bathroom so he can have a glance at how she did. Nice.
The door, well, he does approach with some caution and peer through the peephole first. They kinda did just set a whole bunch of fires in a town to the north, after all, and while it would be tricky for the police to have found them, given his unlicensed out-of-state bike and some probable witness confusion over their inconsistent visibility, it's not impossible. In fact, it's probably a good reason to look cleaned up and groomed and not wear his jacket, just in case.
But instead, no, it's the pizza delivery. Sweet. He opens the door, then grins as the pizza guy clearly peers right through him, looking for whoever opened that door.]
Ah man, you're havin' a fucked up evening, huh? Lookit you. You want this?
[Johnnie slaps the twenty against the wall right at eye level. The delivery guy's hands are full, one with a pizza box and the other with a bag containing the rest of their order, but he sees the money, that's obvious. Probably figures it's taped there. The guy crouches down to put down the goods, and reaches for the bill, but Johnnie slides it up the wall, then down, out of his grasp and erratic.
As the delivery driver shouts and falls backward, startled, Johnnie scoots the food into the room, folds the twenty into a tighter little bundle, then flicks it out onto the pavement past the door. And just to be an asshole, as the guy starts standing, then reaches for it, he gets a swift kick to the ass to keep him down a second longer.
But that's enough fucking around, he's hungry, so Johnny while crowing with laughter, nudges the door closed and locks it, then brings their victory prize in and sets it on the table.]
Jesus, that guy's face! You shoulda seen it. Poor dude's got a hell of a story for his coworkers now.
[Time to dig in, though, finally. He sits himself down and grabs a slice and promptly gulps down a huge bite. Mmmm, hot cheesy goodness.]