[ Once again, the look Alec shoots his way dares him to try it. Rufus is not going to put holes in the one guy down here helping him out - even if he is being a shit about it. ]
Yeah, you do that.
[ Rufus is free to sit there pouting like a petulant child for a bit, because it takes another few moments for the place's lone waitress to reappear, bearing a plate of something that probably started life as food but is now more like 90% gravy. There's some fries in there? Maybe?
In any case, it looks horrendous, and smells like they probably dumped the contents of the kitchen's grease trap into it. The woman slides the plate in front of their sleeping friend without ceremony and heads back to her place behind the counter. From there, it doesn't take long for the man across the table to awaken, apparently stirred by the smell of mid-afternoon breakfast. ]
Huh, wuzzat?
[ He sits up rather abruptly, blinking a few times. A grin splits through his facial hair when he spots Alec and Rufus, and it somehow gets even wider when he spots the plate of food. He sets in with gusto. It's safe to say a good portion of that gravy makes it into his beard. ]
Alec! Been a while. I figured you didn't have any more use for little ol' me.
I always have a use for your ugly mug, Bobby. [ He jerks a thumb at Rufus, and as easily as anything says, ] This is my buddy Reeve. He's new in town, looking for work. Preferably the kind he can do with bullets.
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Yeah, you do that.
[ Rufus is free to sit there pouting like a petulant child for a bit, because it takes another few moments for the place's lone waitress to reappear, bearing a plate of something that probably started life as food but is now more like 90% gravy. There's some fries in there? Maybe?
In any case, it looks horrendous, and smells like they probably dumped the contents of the kitchen's grease trap into it. The woman slides the plate in front of their sleeping friend without ceremony and heads back to her place behind the counter. From there, it doesn't take long for the man across the table to awaken, apparently stirred by the smell of mid-afternoon breakfast. ]
Huh, wuzzat?
[ He sits up rather abruptly, blinking a few times. A grin splits through his facial hair when he spots Alec and Rufus, and it somehow gets even wider when he spots the plate of food. He sets in with gusto. It's safe to say a good portion of that gravy makes it into his beard. ]
Alec! Been a while. I figured you didn't have any more use for little ol' me.
I always have a use for your ugly mug, Bobby. [ He jerks a thumb at Rufus, and as easily as anything says, ] This is my buddy Reeve. He's new in town, looking for work. Preferably the kind he can do with bullets.