She was trying to kill him, he thought with a groan and he leapt out of bed. Either he'd die from her teasing him or Big Louie would kill him. Either way, he'd be dead.
Plumbbob, he needed a drink...
"Why don't you want me?" she pouted behind him, startling him and making him swallow the olive whole.
Irritably, he slammed his fingers down on the keyboard. "Where's the flippin' E?!" he called out. "Red! Get over here and figure this damn thing out!"
Red sighed across the room and headed over to Big Louie's side.
He purposefully botched the job.
Bambi glared as Remmy walked by. She didn't like that guy. She couldn't put her finger on what it was, but something about him wasn't quite right...
"Remmy?" he heard Bambi say as she boldly strode into the room.
"Plumbbob, Bambi," Johnny sighed, stepping out of the shower. "You really want to catch me in the shower, don't you?"
Johnny shrugged. "Romeo," he drawled. "I think I like that," he added with a wink. His boss would have heart palpitations if he started going by Romeo undercover. He liked it! "So, as you can see, I'm feeling a little scorched. Do you mind if we cut this conversation short so I can shower off?"
Bambi gritted her teeth and smiled. "Of course not, honey. You go right on ahead," she raised an eyebrow, making it obvious that she wasn't going anywhere.
She flipped the letter down and picked up the next letter. Although, the upside of being Big Louie's personal secretary is the amount of secrets she was picking up!
"Yeah, but not that kind of weasel!"
Butterfingers thought about it. "You mean the mole?"
"But I don't have any moles!" Armando said, chewing on the side of his lip.
Butterfingers shook his head. "It's a right pickle, isn't it?"
Armando shrugged. "I don't care for pickles, either."
"Me neither," Butterfingers admitted.
He shot off an insulting text before he could apply his filter.