Re: A Lost Bet (Vince Baduin)
"Well... we could try stickin' around inside," Vince suggested, feeling no less twitchy. "People're gonna try'n pick their way through the place for a while yet, probably. Maybe they'll bring some supplies with them. Just pick 'em off when they come on in, and we could be laughing, if noone else's thought of it yet." The place was huge, and with few enough doors that they could probably ram some of the cars in front to keep anything out...
Still, he didn't much appreciate Johnny's tone of voice. Vince didn't run anywhere. "Fuckit, let's get in there and do what we're gonna do, we'll have to fucking wing it." With that, he swung around the parking lot and switched off the ignition, struggling out of the car once they were stopped and resting his arm on the roof while he glared at the mob. "This is gonna be such a fuckin' shit picnic," he grumbled to himself as he began towards the doors.