[ when kovacs comes to sindown tonight, as when he comes here on most nights, it's with the clear intention in minding his own business, and to preferably get the chance to shut down his mind completely with some aid from some much desired company. there's already a woman sliding her fingers against his shoulders, nudging in her body close to his with a glint in her eyes that make the suggestion of going upstairs. he's ready to accept the offer, palm sliding against her hip when he hears the sudden slam of piano keys —
he could ignore it, sure, make the reasonable decision that it has nothing to do with him and go about his business with the lady in his arms. but he's already sighing, like he knows he only ever really has one choice in these scenarios.
pulling away from what he'd hoped to be his good luck for the night, kovacs sneaks through the crowd to make his way towards the piano, slinking up to the man pointing the gun at newt before raising up his own as he slips it out of his jacket. ]
Good entertainment's pretty limited these days. You sure you want to waste those bullets?
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he could ignore it, sure, make the reasonable decision that it has nothing to do with him and go about his business with the lady in his arms. but he's already sighing, like he knows he only ever really has one choice in these scenarios.
pulling away from what he'd hoped to be his good luck for the night, kovacs sneaks through the crowd to make his way towards the piano, slinking up to the man pointing the gun at newt before raising up his own as he slips it out of his jacket. ]
Good entertainment's pretty limited these days. You sure you want to waste those bullets?