"Well..uh."
Lainie: Okay.
She walks over to the table and glares at Michael
Lainie: ....Can I help you?
"Helloooo dearest..~"
Lainie: Oh wowwwww...at least buy a lady a drink first....
"Oh...you want a drink? Lainie....I'll get you a drinkk~"
Lainie: Yeah. About that. How the fuck do you know my name?
"I know everyone's name in this damn bar.."
Lainie: Ah. I see.
He groaned and leaned forward, pulling out his gun and setting it on his lap. It was a pistol, but there seemed to be more of an arsenal somewhere. The guards flinched
Lainie: Jesus christ-what do you want?
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