Butterfingers ambled up and grabbed a drink. "Heeeeey, Tiny!" he said, saluting the big man with his drink.
Tiny T. just grunted.
Trying to show off how manly he was, Butterfingers downed the drink in one swallow. The alcohol burned in his mouth and twitched his head in response. "Whoowie... that'll put hair on your chest! What's in there?" he gasped. He reached for another drink.
Tiny T. just raised his eyebrows and watched Butterfingers guzzled another drink.
"Yeah buddy!" Butterfingers said as he slammed his empty glass down on the bar. "Feels good!"
"Couldn't have said it better," Slick muttered angrily on the other side of the stereo. "I can't wait until it's broken!"
Big Louie saw past her ploy. "Do you know what I just did?" he asked quietly.
"What's that, baby?" she asked. Ooo... not good... not good... she thought, taking a small step back.
"YOU'LL DO WHAT I TELL YOU TO, IF YOU KNOW WHAT'S GOOD FOR YOU!" he bellowed.
Johnny clapped Butterfingers on the back companionably. "I probably would've had the same reaction seeing that hairy chest so close to me."
"Thanks for saying it anyway," Butterfingers said, unwilling to believe that his hero, Remmy, would stumble away from Big Louie in fear.
Slick reached for her hand, prepared to declare his love-sick feelings, but she grabbed her hand back.
"Damn idiots!" Big Louis grumbled, stalking away to the join Tiny T. on the couch.
"Cooking," Tiny T. answered. "I was thinking about trying to make those chocolate cream puffs."
That's the most he'd ever hear Tiny T. say in one sentence. Big Louie though, glancing over at his big, tough enforcer with wide eyes. Who knew he had such a soft spot for cooking! Although, he thought, turning his attention to the screen, those cream puffs looked damn good.
Bambie huffed and looked back over at him. "I don't cook," she informed him irritably.
Big Louie snorted with disgust. What kind of female was she? Didn't clean? Didn't cook? Got mad and didn't put out! He was starting to think he'd made a bad investment in her....
So far he didn't have any information about Mackenzie's disappearance. He did have a good lead on some black market gnomes. He'd told Romeo that Big Louie's crew was hiding drugs in the gnomes on the production line. Romeo demanded that Johnny make it down to the business center to listen in on the crooks' meeting to gather more intel. Ha, it might boost his career, but Johnny couldn't run by the business office to check out the lead.
Remmy needed to get back to the Warehouse before his absence was noticed! He took off at a run across the plaza, startling the pigeons that congregated there.
"Johnny!" Bianca called out as she stepped outside the building, trying to slow him down.
Rushing, he jumped the subway turnstile and slipped on a departing train before anyone noticed him.
Butterfingers jolted out of his chair. "So sorry, Sir!" he gasped, lettuce flying out of his mouth. "It's all yours!"
Remmy glanced down at the salad flying out of Butterfingers mouth and glanced down at his salad. Nope. Not gonna eat it. He set it down on the table and walked away.
"You gonna eat that, Remmy?!" Butterfingers called out.