Well, you need anyone to help you hide a body, this ain't my first rodeo.
[Is he joking? Is he serious? Felix has a way of saying these things with a perfectly straight face.]
Come on, Sugarbee. Made some good money, I'll get your dinner along with a milkshake if you want.
[Good money meaning in a street race, his main source of income it seems like. Though he's perfectly happy to race for bragging rights and/or the pure fun of it.]
I'm gonna pretend you didn't just say that because there was this whole part earlier where I said I kinda didn't want to be involved in a lot of criminal activities tonight. [He grins though because he wasn't being serious; working under the proviso at least that Felix himself wasn't being serious about hiding bodies.]
Should I even ask? [He meant about how Felix made his money but really, who didn't want to get treated to milkshakes.] Wait, never mind... I didn't bring my wallet anyway.
Bad idea to forget your wallet. Never know when you might need to flee the country in a rush.
[Felix heads on in and grabs a table, sliding into the booth. This place is so goddamn retro. Like no one's touched it since the fifties. Hella aesthetic.]
Saying I could have a job instead of I have a job is a pretty strong indication that you don't have a job. [Kevin rolls his eyes though, taking it all in good humour.]
I'm feeling pretty optimistic when I say I won't need to flee the country tonight. [Except he eyes Felix a little wearily because he didn't want to know what thoughts ran through the other boy's head if he thought that fleeing the country was the kind of thing you did at the drop of a hat.]
[Kevin rolls his eyes but he's smiling happily as they cross over to a booth and he slides in.] There's prepared and then there's a guy offered to buy me a milkshake and dinner so I really don't need my wallet.
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Well, you need anyone to help you hide a body, this ain't my first rodeo.
[Is he joking? Is he serious? Felix has a way of saying these things with a perfectly straight face.]
Come on, Sugarbee. Made some good money, I'll get your dinner along with a milkshake if you want.
[Good money meaning in a street race, his main source of income it seems like. Though he's perfectly happy to race for bragging rights and/or the pure fun of it.]
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Should I even ask? [He meant about how Felix made his money but really, who didn't want to get treated to milkshakes.] Wait, never mind... I didn't bring my wallet anyway.
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[He doesn't.]
You don't know that I don't.
[It's not exactly a secret.]
Bad idea to forget your wallet. Never know when you might need to flee the country in a rush.
[Felix heads on in and grabs a table, sliding into the booth. This place is so goddamn retro. Like no one's touched it since the fifties. Hella aesthetic.]
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I'm feeling pretty optimistic when I say I won't need to flee the country tonight. [Except he eyes Felix a little wearily because he didn't want to know what thoughts ran through the other boy's head if he thought that fleeing the country was the kind of thing you did at the drop of a hat.]
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Goodluck and godspeed then. Better to always be prepared though.
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