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 Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 8:39 pm
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Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 8:43 pm
::takes another swig::
Seriously, this is like drinking grandma's Christmas potpourri.
::sways a little bit more::
No, I never killed anyone. The lawmakers are having a field day with some of the recent crap that's gone down, though. If you've already died and then you come back to life, are you still culpable for crimes from your past life?
Or, or, or....okay, so hey maybe you're from the future and you go back in time and you get killed? How do you prosecute in a case where the victim has died before they were born?!
::takes another swig and makes a face::
I say you're still guilty, even if the little bugger was a murderer himself...
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Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 8:46 pm
*puts out his cigarette in an ashtray on the table and gets up, walking over to the bar and reaching behind for a bottle of beer. Looks over to Piper at the sound of his drunken rambling and smirks wider.*
Cheers.
*cracks the beer open and takes a swig.*
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Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 8:50 pm
Jesus, Mary and Joseph, see that's what I'm talking about. It's the man of the hour.
::reaches behind the bar and grabs another random bottle, holding it up to toast Lawton::
That's why I'm celebrating, right there. Memorializing, not celebrating. You gonna shoot me in the head too, Deadshot? Oh God, that'd be so appropriate. I can get our condo together in Hell organized...
::sways a little bit, cracks open the bottle and takes a swig::
Goldshlaeger....bleah....
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Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 8:52 pm
*opens her mouth to reply and then looks over to Floyd and back to Piper. Pauses a few moments as she thinks. Shifting on her stool as she takes a sip of her soda. Sets it down.*
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Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 9:04 pm
Well, I hadn't planned on killing you tonight. But if that's what you really want, I'm game.
*takes a swig of beer.*
One problem though, sport: I'm WAY too good to do a job like this for free. But I'd be willing to throw you a bone and give you the old friends discounted rate.
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Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 9:04 pm
The funniest part of it all, is that it was all some stupid overcomplicated plot to get to me. Deadshot over there-
::thrusts a thumb pointing in Lawton's direction::
Was just a tool.
::takes another pull off the bottle::
So in the end, it's all my fault, I guess.
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Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 9:05 pm
::falls quiet for a bit, considering Lawton's offer, swaying back and forth::
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Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 9:12 pm
Blimey, you actually believe that nonscence? Where if someone was killed because others were trying to get to you then it is your fault? Bleedin' 'ell, that isn't what's what, mate. And you should know that.
*Arches a brow.* I wouldn't take him up on his offer. You're pretty pissed as is.
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Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 9:14 pm
I think I understood about thirty-six percent of what you just said.
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Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 9:18 pm
Bloody hell, mate. The 'deal' is ridiculous, it is.
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Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 9:20 pm
::blinks a few times::
What deal?
::heaves himself off his chair and staggers toward the bathroom::
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Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 9:21 pm
So that's it, huh? Get some liquor in your system and the survivor's guilt starts flowing?
*takes a swig*
Get over it. What happened to Trickster? Dumb ol' b*****d had it coming, and so did you. Consider yourself lucky that you're one of the few who've been in my crosshairs and made it out alive.
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Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 9:21 pm
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Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 9:32 pm
::walks back out from the bathroom scruffing his hands through his hair::
Comes of having a soul, Floyd. Emotions, that sort of thing.
::sits down at the bar again::
James didn't deserve to get killed, though. It was a bogus contract...we were working for the FBI and that information never seemed to make it out once that stupid prison planet got greenlighted and everyone thought it was a brilliant idea to just shuttle all the 'villains' over there...
::picks up the goldshlaeger bottle, then sets it down again with a sigh::
What time is it?
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