>>5361350“So,” Talbot continues as he transports the food to the living room while you lock the door behind him, “Thought you could use a little chow w-woah, is that the <span class="mu-g">REMOTE-CONTROLLED DUCK?</span>”
That’s right, bitch! You reply with pride in your voice! But back to the point: what took him so long anyways? You thought he had that creepy <span class="mu-b">STAN-TRACKER</span> instinct or whatever!
“Course I do!” He fires back as he stretches his legs out onto a zebra print ottoman, “There were just a bunch of nameplates with ‘Stan’ on ‘em! Took me a bit!”
Yea, you scoff as you slump into the couch next to him, you <span class="mu-i">noticed</span>! Snatching up one of the burgers like a starving raccoon, you take a chunk out of the food and shiver with delight as you feel your energy slowly return! Man, party food is the <span class="mu-i">BEST</span>!
“I know, right?” Smiles Talbot as he takes his own burger and tears into it. “Shrphshd yrh light mr rrn t-”
<span class="mu-i">Swallow</span> first, you dingus! Reluctantly taking your suggestion, your ex-bodyguard finishes his bite before repeating the sentence.
“Surprised you let me in this late–figured you’d be with the girls or somethin’.” He observes.
You figured he’d be with the dudes, you retort, pointing your burger at him accusingly, but then again he was being all <span class="mu-i">WEIRD</span> when you asked him about tomorrow, so who knows?!
“Just figured you’d wanna talk about it somewhere else, is all.” Talbot shrugs as he takes another bite. “Got food outta’ it, so no skin off <span class="mu-i">my</span> butt!”
Yea, you say with a reluctant shrug, the food definitely helps!
“Ya’ know it’s totally a bribe, right?”
Yes, Ly, and it <span class="mu-i">worked</span>, okay? It <span class="mu-i">worked</span>!
>CONTD. 