Black Lagoon: The Grim Gunman (Male OC Story and Male OC X Revy!)

Grim Gunman: Part 18 [Calm Down, Two Men]

6:33 PM, July 3rd, 1994

After all those errands done, the three members of the Lagoon Company drove back to the corrupt streets of Roanapur. Tony had dropped Rock off at his place, telling him to get some rest for an upcoming job soon. This left only Tony and Revy alone, which wasn't great, since they were still bummed out from the last job they done. And the way Tony prevented that near gun slaughter at the Rip-off Church didn't even cheer her up one damn bit. Assuming to be dinner time after the job was accomplished, Tony and Revy went to a small outdoor restaurant at the market area. Tony insisted Revy to at least get something to eat to try to forget about those old troubles, however, Revy wasn't convinced. Buying the food, Tony brought himself Thai panang curry and got Revy a noodle soup meal. While Tony was getting the food, Revy sat at one of the tables already smoking one of her cigarettes out of boredom.

Revy: (Why did he bother to bring me over here? I dunno why I'm even here at all... I just wanna go home and get some rest. Tony's just wasting his damn time.)

Tony: [arrives at the table with food on a tray] Sorry to keep you waitin'. The place is crowded with a bunch of wankers. [places food tray on the table]

Settling down at the same table as Revy's, Tony got himself a pair of chopsticks to eat his meal from a cup holder. He then passed Revy's meal over to her. She still didn't seem interested in the food.

Tony: You might as well eat somethin'. I haven't had a decent meal today.

Revy: I don't wanna eat.

Tony: I don't even know what you bloody eat, so at least try some. Who knows? Eatin' will make ya feel better. [starts eating his curry]

Revy: Why don't you gimme the keys? I'll go home on my own.

Tony: It's not how it goes, Revy.

Revy: Why don't you walk?

Tony: It takes about 20 fuckin' minutes on foot. So, that's not gonna happen.

Revy: You know what? You should swim back to England. You're just not cut out for this.

Tony: Ha! I ain't goin' back there. [shakes his head] No chance.

Revy: Yeah, I almost forget. You fucked up on your job back there. Made your old boss pretty pissed, that he wanted you dead.

Tony: (Oh, so now, you wanna bring that shit against me?) Good thing, I'm still breathing.

Revy: And that too. You fucked up just by surviving that ambush during a job in good ol' London.

Tony: Is that so(?) Then tell me who prevented the fuckin' church massacre, eh? Who was the one who stopped ya from becoming Swiss cheese a couple of days back?

Revy: Let's not talk about, Tony. There's no reason for you to bring it up.

Tony: It's like what the old nun said: "You can't solve every problem with a gun by wavin' it around".

Revy: I'm warning you. [exhales smoke as she take her cig from her mouth] You'd better watch what you say.

Tony: You've been actin' edgy since the submarine job. [takes small mouthful of his curry] What is this all about, huh? Is it about our chat?