Oh, I'm sorry. Poor Huell who you had gank the week off me when I was like...minutes from fuckin' freedom. I never woulda put two and two together on that whole poisoning Brock scheme otherwise, so. I mean, whatever mess he had to clean up after the fact is on you, man.
[ Jesse's obviously not entirely over the whole deal, what with the sarcasm dripping off of his words, but he's cooled down enough not to follow it through with a punch. Jesse lets out a sigh and nods--they're cool. That's all in the past before any of the truly horrific shit that he had to go through, and the only person really responsible for that is already dead. Albeit in a much less vicious manner than what was deserved. ]
You know what I mean; I'll live. Or figure out how.
[ Jesse says to that familiar raise of the eyebrows that Saul gives him. He's stronger than you think, Saul. This is not the same kid that came crying into your office about Combo being dead. He's seen some shit and been through some shit that required him to grow the fuck up if he was going to make it through the other side. ]
Gives me access to a lot of equipment too. I'm thinkin' maybe I can run a little side business here given some time. Skim a little off the top, y'know? I run maintenance on the slots regularly and anything else that ain't workin'. I mean, I don't exactly know anything aside from what the manuals say but like, I bet if I could get a hold of a computer I could figure out how to rig some of 'em. Maybe even get a hold of some rigged dice for craps or decks of cards? Could make a killing...maybe even enough to pay off my debt here and anybody else willing to help.
[ He thinks for a moment or two, shifting on his feet, suddenly sheepish. ]
Can't do too much at once or they'll catch on, but a little at a time? These fuckers are rolling in it. They won't notice if the profit margin is off a tiny amount. So long as nobody gets greedy, but uh...I think you and I know better than that.
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[ Jesse's obviously not entirely over the whole deal, what with the sarcasm dripping off of his words, but he's cooled down enough not to follow it through with a punch. Jesse lets out a sigh and nods--they're cool. That's all in the past before any of the truly horrific shit that he had to go through, and the only person really responsible for that is already dead. Albeit in a much less vicious manner than what was deserved. ]
You know what I mean; I'll live. Or figure out how.
[ Jesse says to that familiar raise of the eyebrows that Saul gives him. He's stronger than you think, Saul. This is not the same kid that came crying into your office about Combo being dead. He's seen some shit and been through some shit that required him to grow the fuck up if he was going to make it through the other side. ]
Gives me access to a lot of equipment too. I'm thinkin' maybe I can run a little side business here given some time. Skim a little off the top, y'know? I run maintenance on the slots regularly and anything else that ain't workin'. I mean, I don't exactly know anything aside from what the manuals say but like, I bet if I could get a hold of a computer I could figure out how to rig some of 'em. Maybe even get a hold of some rigged dice for craps or decks of cards? Could make a killing...maybe even enough to pay off my debt here and anybody else willing to help.
[ He thinks for a moment or two, shifting on his feet, suddenly sheepish. ]
Can't do too much at once or they'll catch on, but a little at a time? These fuckers are rolling in it. They won't notice if the profit margin is off a tiny amount. So long as nobody gets greedy, but uh...I think you and I know better than that.