Preachin' t' the choir there, love. [ Doyle replied with a laugh as he walked with her. Dark humor he could work with. Laughter was the best way to break any tension. It was how Doyle kept himself safe half the time. Crack the right joke, be quick with a drink or a smoke, and no one paid him any mind. Debts and issues aside. ]
Sound's like a plan t' me. [ He assumed, she had more than one number, so that worked out. Better than him calling from the payphone around the block from the run down apartment building he lived in. ] I'll keep it in mind, I'm hopin' nothin' comes o' this. They don' call me Lucky, 'cause I'm not actually Lucky.
[ Most of these guys had nicknames, and Doyle was generally called Lucky or D. Those that knew him better called him Doyle. The name Lucky came as a joke for how shit his luck could be. And he used it to his advantage, even if he hated that name.
Another fry or four was eaten as they reached the car, and he laughed again.]
Damn, if you're not right there. That screams cop.
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Sound's like a plan t' me. [ He assumed, she had more than one number, so that worked out. Better than him calling from the payphone around the block from the run down apartment building he lived in. ] I'll keep it in mind, I'm hopin' nothin' comes o' this. They don' call me Lucky, 'cause I'm not actually Lucky.
[ Most of these guys had nicknames, and Doyle was generally called Lucky or D. Those that knew him better called him Doyle. The name Lucky came as a joke for how shit his luck could be. And he used it to his advantage, even if he hated that name.
Another fry or four was eaten as they reached the car, and he laughed again.]
Damn, if you're not right there. That screams cop.