"Sounds fair." Not like Elsa was the type to get bent out of shape over a lecture anyway. "What makes you think I’m here for a reason? Maybe I just missed you."
"More like you missed yelling at me.", He smirked and nudged her playfully. "It’s good to see you again, Bloodstone."
"He’s always pissed about something. We could just… not tell him?" Elsa slid her gun back into it’s holster at her hip and turned her attention from the body to Jack.
"…Alright, fine. If he find out though, I’m blaming you.", he huffed, his threat mostly empty. He glanced at the red head. "So what brings you back ‘round these parts?"
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"Okay, yes I shot him in the face but to be fair he was asking for it. The little tosser reeked of blood and he kept getting in my face."
"Aw geeze, Elsa…Morbius is gonna be pissed about this, you know? I’m gonna have to fill out the paperwork too…", Jack sighed, running a hand through his shaggy hair.
She eyed him over trying to judge from his face expression and tone of voice, he sounded as if was telling the truth. She took a deep breath before releasing a heavy sigh.
"Well that sucks," she said a bit defeated.
"What did the jukebox ever do to you?" she asked seriously. She just wanted to drink and dance.
"Oh nothin’. The little fella who I slammed into it on the other hand was quite rude.", Jack patted his jacket pockets, searching for the pack of smokes he had, or at least did, when he walked into the place.
"Crap…You got a cigarette?"
“YOU CAN’T EAT MY PIZZA EITHER.”
"I JUST BOUGHT THIS. It’s two-for-one day and I already had to waste three on my dumb friends! This one’s MINE!”
"I DON’T WANT PIZZA, I’M TRYING TO GET HOM-"
"…is that the meat lovers special?"
Why would you do that, man? Now, I gotta go find another bar that makes good burgers like this one. Do you know of one?
…He started it. You can try the place around the corner….it’s uh…a lot friendlier.
But I’m hungry.
I think they closed the kitchen after I threw the big guy over the bar.
"Why not? The boogie man?" she teased.
"Nah…", he pointed towards the tavern. "They don’t like out of towners. They made that pretty obvious to me. Plus I broke the juke box.