2097/Houseguests

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Houseguests
Date of Scene: 13 June 2020
Location: The Griffin
Synopsis: Deals are struck, eggs are made.
Cast of Characters: Thomas Blake, Floyd Lawton




Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake opens his front door and says over his shoulder. "Okay so if this ginger she devil jumps me, don't shoot her. We're buddies. Name is Satana. Oh, to finish the story... so Cobblepot offers me a job as his enforcer, offers me sick money and I'm apologizing and saying, "I can't work for someone like you, Ozzy." He goes all feral... you know the way he does grabs for an umbrella, an' says, "Why the bloody 'ell not, Blake!" So I'm staring down the barrel of an umbrella gun and his goons got their irons out and I say, "I like to wear shorts and you... are the one with a dress code." Anyway he comped me supper he's laughin' so hard."

"'Tana?" He calls turning back. He gets very quiet at a nine mil is stuck in his face. The man holding it has the traditional ski mask over his face, a pillow case with a heavy load over one shoulder. Blake blearily tries to focus n the man. "You poor dumb bastard."

Floyd Lawton has posed:
    "I make no promises. I might -let- her jump you, depends on how I feel." Floyd says dryly, listening to the story. He's ditched his traditional gear in favor of some slacks and a t-shirt, nicely fitted to his muscular, war-torn build. The hitman can't help but scoff at Thomas's story, especially the Penguin impression. "Never did like that asshole, smelled like fish." He says with a cocky smirk.

    It's when the door opens that Floyd goes for the Glock holstered in the waistband. He figures Tommy's got this, so he just waits for his moment to strike. "Who's there?" He demands, hand discretely grabbing the subcompact.

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake rolls his eyes a little and says, "Asshole, you gotta cock the hammer for it to fire..." The moment the burglar takes to look at the hammer is his undoing. Thomas grabs the gun, pulling it to the side and twisting the man's wrist until the weapon falls from his fingers. He has his other hand on the man's throat pinning him against a wall so Floyd can now see the amateur. "Ah he has his moments. He has stories about everyone but yeah the fish smell is annoying especially with my nose. Now... you... what were you going to do with that gun? Tell you what... you get the hell out of here and don't come back because next time... maybe you jump my friend or my woman... and you don't walk away. If I see you again, you're going into my incinerator or being fed to a big cat... understand... tell your friends... stay the hell away. Understand? Good. Go. Give me that fucking pillow case!" The burglar leaves barehanded and with a sore butt after a swift kick. "Fucking amateurs."

Floyd Lawton has posed:
    Floyd doesn't really bother jumping in, when Thomas has this in hand. Instead, he just grabs the gun off the floor and pops off a couple of shots around his feet. "Get lost, dipshit!" He calls out after the robber, before disassembling the gun and pocketing the slide, frame, and magazine. "Fucking amateurs." He echoes Thomas wryly, watching the robber run.

    "So that was fun. Hungry? I haven't had a bite to eat all fuckin' night."

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake pokes a bullet hole with his toe. "That was my fucking floor! I got a showing. Dammit Floyd! Since when do you shoot to miss?" Awright, I'll get my contractor on the phone tomorrow. Eat... I could eat. You like eggs? I can whip those up." He enters the house and gives a listen in case the man wasn't alone, then shrugs. "I have ice cream too but... we better leave it for Satanna."

Floyd Lawton has posed:
    "Put it on my rent, Blake." Floyd nonchalantly says.

    "Fuck yeah, eggs. I miss your omelettes. Eggs get a bad rap, man." The hitman says with a little chuckle. "Make mine with ham and cheese, add a little hot sauce. I need the zest." He's not even gonna ask about the ice cream. Bad idea getting between a girl and her comfort food, take it from Floyd.

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake nods and says "She's crazy for the stuff. She can't get it where she's from, I guess. And I didn't agree to rent to you yet. All renters have to make a contribution to our security. As soon as we get some. The alarm system is being installed tomorrow." He leads the way into the kitchen and rifles through the refrigerator, selecting the ingredients Floyd requested. "Anyway this place has a huge hidden cellar. Plenty of private storerooms. All your exhibit's A's through Z's go in there, with a thermite grenade. If we do get raided... no evidence. And you get access to the kitchen and all this."

Floyd Lawton has posed:
    "I get the feeling whoever touches it is fucked. I'd say God help 'em but even He wouldn't be enough." Floyd nods back. "You thought of everything, huh Tommy? Wish I had this back when I was getting started. It'd make a good home away from home."

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake flips an omelette and watches it land on the plate. He slides another onto a plate for himself and sits down to eat. "Yeah well if the Justice League gets to chill on a satellite and play Scrabble or whatever, why shouldn't we have a place to chill and rest up. So this place. No theme criminals, no masks, no weapons above ground. Below ground... keep it quiet." He starts eating growling a little.

Floyd Lawton has posed:
    Floyd takes the plate and digs in hungrily. He really has been hankering for something to eat all night. The hitman mutters a 'Thanks' somewhere in his voracious consumption, cutting up little bits of omelette and spearing them with his fork. "Fuck, these are so good. I could eat five of 'em."

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake gets up and sets out to make a couple more. "The rooms come with breakfast. You're on your own for lunch and dinner. Mark your food in the fridges. Man I don't know where Satanna got to... she has shit going on right now. But anyway the job I mentioned? It's in Jersey... not near Gotham. No Bats involved. This outfit that tried to kill me has a secret lab... in a rundown safari park. I guess they figure the lions will keep people out. Hah. I have twenty pounds of antelope meat in the freezer and it's salted in a catnip rub. I say we go in and burn it to the ground and take whatever shinies we find."

Floyd Lawton has posed:
    Floyd perks up a little bit, "Secret labs, huh? Okay, you got my attention. Seems like you've already got the boring shit outta the way. Well, if you're gonna do this you need overwatch...lucky for us both, I'm the best fucking marksman on the planet, and that's a fact." He grins, leaning forward. "So let's do this."

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake nids and tosses the dishes in the sink. "We need a few hours for the meat to thaw properly and I wanted Satanna i on this so... let's try for tomorrow night.We go in with or without her. Women... gingers for that matter. Eh, she's good company. You'd like her. You better if you want to stay healthy. Bullets only inconvenience her." He digd in the fridge again and comes out with a couple six packs. "So... I say drink beer and watch Victoria's Secret shows on dvr. I'll show you the maps and such in the morning."

Floyd Lawton has posed:
    "You sure she's good? I don't like runnin' with people I don't know. Can't count on 'em not to fuck up." Floyd asks, taking a beer and pulling the tab. "But the rest sounds good enough for me." Siiiiip.

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake takes a pull from a beer and says, "No she's not 'good' have you been listening to me? She's Hell in high heels. But you can count on her. You two should hit it off."