Guns for Hire - Script One
Forlorn Hope 10.09pm 23/02/2015
Banger watched from the relative safety of the bar, it'd start to get busier soon but at the moment there was, well, maybe only a dozen or so punters dotted about the bar, by far the most interesting was the four huddled around one of the tables in the booth furthest from the door.
All were known to Banger & if not yet strictly regulars they were cool by the Prof so that was cool by her,
She new that one of em', the jumpy one with the spikey hair, Skinpin, Kronus had called him, ripperdoc he'd said, had been seeing the Prof for a while, nerves shot to fuck she'd heard.
The one she didn't know to well was the pig, Nordskov, well ex pig if the stories were true, it was damm funny to see him in here, cops, even bent ones, wouldn't come within a mile of the Hope, not if they could avoid it anyway, but, Marianne said he was OK, so he was OK. The Canadian, shit what was his name, yeah thats right, Boronski, if rumours were true then he'd be a real handful, maybe she'd buy him a drink one night, who knows, he might just get lucky.
Now Gonzales, well lets just say she new the Mexican pretty damm well, she smiled as she remembered that night he'd got drunk, so she thought, & somehow ended up in her bed, the Mexicans secret was safe with her, & any way it had been one hell of a night, she was sore just at the thought of it.
Well, whatever they were up to they were real close with one another, definately something going down, shit, no ice, better get some more while its quiet.