forum One-on-one (@PPT_SupremeMonarchOfTheAntColony)

Started July 06, 2018 by @HawkMan

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(Haha, we're swearing left and right XD )
"Since the police got involved, we can't just take the body and get rid of it, can we?" she asked despondently.

(Look at us rebels, ooo, swearing and all. Dang)
"No we cannot, we can't get involved as we'll be suspects. I mean we could try break into the crime scene but there's a good chance it's being guarded. We need to get information somehow."

"What information?" she asked, confused. "I guess if we left fingerprints or something, we could get those out of the system…" She stopped and moaned, all of this was so confusing.

"Right, we need a plan. Let's just go home and figure this all out."

"Fine." She brushed her hair back, and followed Drew to the car once more.

(Brb)
He hoped in the passenger's side again, slumping against the seat.

(IT'S BEEN SO LOONG, HOW ARE YOU? :D )

She plopped down in the driver's seat, the song coming back.
It's closing time.
Gotta clean up all the messes that were made.
Resting her head on the steering wheel, she muttered, "What now…how are we gonna get out of this one…"

(TIRED, HOW ARE YOU?)
He could feel the hopelessness piercing his chest, they weren't going to get out of this, it's as simple as that. They were either going down for murder or going to be killed by the mafia, and it was all his fault. That rang in his ears loud and clear; it was his fault.

(If you're tired, you can sleep. Sleep is important. :)

"Well, whatever happens, we need to take as much of mafia down as possible," she said firmly.

"Yeah but to do that we kind of need to be in the mafia," He countered, "How are we going to do that if they kill us for sloppy murdering?"

"I don't fucking know!" she shouted, exasperated.

A strong urge to scream came over him, but that would draw even more attention to them, "Let's just get home rather than do this in the middle of the street," he said through gritted teeth.

She looked around, shocked when she realized they were making a spectacle in public. "Back home is is, then," she muttered, starting the car and driving them back to the apartment.

They soon get to the apartment, Drew gets out of the car and heads into their place.

"He did say that we need to 'learn how to get better at this'. But I don't see how that would apply here." She scratched her head and paced in the living room.

He went to the kitchen and started pulling out eggs, flour, sugar and other ingredients needed for cake, "Maybe he wants people with experience, showing we can clean up our own messes shows initiative."

"That sounds right," she said with a nod. Then her face darkened. "Also, do you think they might try to bug this place?"

"Do they know where we live?" He said, weighing his ingredients, "Maybe they followed us home, they might."

"If they follow us here, at any time, they could wait until we leave and then bug." She glanced around fearfully. "We need to be careful what we say, just in case."

"Sure," He pulled out a bowl and preheated the oven, "So what? Are we going to sweep Susan's home tonight?"

"Well, I think if we…" She blinked, "…kill anyone else, we have to get rid of the evidence. As for Sarah, I don't think there's anything we can do."

"Just hope to God the police don't catch us," He started pouring the ingredients in, mixing them as he goes.

She stopped pacing. "Are - are you making a cake?"

"Yes," He replied simply, continuing making his cake.

(Sorry that took so long, dog has something she shouldn't X)
"Fine time to be making a cake," she muttered, continuing to pace.

(Aw pup pup)
He shrugged, pouring the mixture into a pan that he put into the oven.

"Maybe we should go declare undying loyalty to him or something," she said sarcastically.

"Yeah, alright, we just go deliver this cake, write 'Sorry I'm a fuck up' on it and maybe he'll let us in," He said with the same amount of sarcasm, leaning against the counter while he waits for the cake to bake.

"Okay, good idea, but what if he doesn't like cake, or thinks we poisoned it?"