Tag team.
“Well then, how’s about you make the announcement?”
She pulls the cigarette from her mouth, blowing smoke in his direction. “Fine, then. ‘f you wanna be like that.”
“Then go ahead, princess.”
Tag team.
“Gone for a while means dead, Doxy. We need people to know she’s at least on the mend, or else they’ll start thinking we’re weak here.”
“Fine, then, jus’ keep it minimal.” She murmurs around her cigarette. “She tol’ me, specifically, that she wants to keep this situation quiet as possible. Tellin’ the whole house that she got shot-” her voice lowers at that last statement, to just above a whisper, “isn’t gonna accomplish that.”
“Well then, how’s about you make the announcement?”
Tag team.
He crosses his arms.
“You sound like you got a better idea.”
She turns away from him, waving a hand his way as she takes a drag on the cigarette. “My idea is that we don’t tell the whole town about this. All they need to know is that she’s gonna be gone for a while.”
“Gone for a while means dead, Doxy. We need people to know she’s at least on the mend, or else they’ll start thinking we’re weak here.”
Tag team.
He purses his lips right back at her.
“Well I’m about to tell a whole cat house. How do you like that?”
“I don’t. But you’re jus’ gonna do it anyway, aren’tcha? She wanted us to make sure everything was still running, and that’s all.” Shaking her head, she pulls the cigarette case out of her bra and lights up a second one. If this goes on, she might just blow through a whole pack. “Whatever, jus’ do it your way, boss.” Like always, she thinks.
He crosses his arms.
“You sound like you got a better idea.”
