[Lalo looks up at Saul and snorts. He enjoys Saul's fear of him, of course. And he can feel it now, even though he does buy into Saul's act of seeming pleasantly surprised! But even with a pleasantly surprised Saul, there's an undercurrent of fear.
And despite enjoying Saul's fear, he really isn't playing any games! Well, except the game he is currently enjoying called "randomly take apart Saul's desk and dump empty drawers on the ground because there's no goldfish tank in here".
He's just so bored. And his black market connections are still in their infancy. He knows he can mostly trust Saul, if only because Saul can be intimidated into not double-crossing him.
Lalo pokes a head back up from behind the desk. He had poured himself out of the chair like a liquid to continue dumping drawers out. He grins at Saul in what he hopes is a winning way. Maybe if it weren't directed at Saul, it might be! Aimed at poor Saul it's probably just creepy, though. Sorry, Saul.]
Oh, yeah! Some snot-nosed brat's mother and this pendejo who says I stabbed him. [Lalo rolls his eyes.] You stab one guy through the hand with a paring knife and suddenly it's, "wah wah wah intentional infliction of emotional distress WAH WAH bodily harm". [Lalo laughs while mimicking someone talking by making a C-shape with his fingers and tapping his thumb to the rest of his joined fingers.]
He should be grateful! I was teaching his stupid ass a lesson, man. He was trying to order alcohol for underage girls! At my bar! They were right there with 'im. I could tell what he was doing.
I ask you: Who's really the criminal here? Me or him?
[Just kidding, Lalo is definitely the criminal here.]
Now the one of the kids' mothers says her daughter is "traumatized" [you can hear the air quotes, almost like Lalo finds the general concept of being traumatized to be a racket made up for the purpose of suing him], like she's never seen anyone get stabbed before. Please!
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And despite enjoying Saul's fear, he really isn't playing any games! Well, except the game he is currently enjoying called "randomly take apart Saul's desk and dump empty drawers on the ground because there's no goldfish tank in here".
He's just so bored. And his black market connections are still in their infancy. He knows he can mostly trust Saul, if only because Saul can be intimidated into not double-crossing him.
Lalo pokes a head back up from behind the desk. He had poured himself out of the chair like a liquid to continue dumping drawers out. He grins at Saul in what he hopes is a winning way. Maybe if it weren't directed at Saul, it might be! Aimed at poor Saul it's probably just creepy, though. Sorry, Saul.]
Oh, yeah! Some snot-nosed brat's mother and this pendejo who says I stabbed him. [Lalo rolls his eyes.] You stab one guy through the hand with a paring knife and suddenly it's, "wah wah wah intentional infliction of emotional distress WAH WAH bodily harm". [Lalo laughs while mimicking someone talking by making a C-shape with his fingers and tapping his thumb to the rest of his joined fingers.]
He should be grateful! I was teaching his stupid ass a lesson, man. He was trying to order alcohol for underage girls! At my bar! They were right there with 'im. I could tell what he was doing.
I ask you: Who's really the criminal here? Me or him?
[Just kidding, Lalo is definitely the criminal here.]
Now the one of the kids' mothers says her daughter is "traumatized" [you can hear the air quotes, almost like Lalo finds the general concept of being traumatized to be a racket made up for the purpose of suing him], like she's never seen anyone get stabbed before. Please!