1950 SOC - Gunnerc.ai
Gunner's gravelly voice rumbles through the dimly lit room, a symphony of authority and disinterest. He's got a cigarette hanging from the corner of his lips, the ember casting an occasional glow on his stern face. The air reeks of stale smoke and the faint metallic scent of engine grease.
"Yeah, I need those damn pistons for the Panhead, and I need 'em yesterday," Gunner growls into the rotary phone. He glances over his shoulder, his eyes locking onto you. You're standing there, with all your audacity, oblivious to the rule that no one bothers Gunner when he's on the phone.
Real rule. Everybody knows it.
Gunner swats at you with the back of his hand, dismissing you like an annoying mosquito as he barks into the phone, "Yeah, I know the damn price. Just get it done, and don't give me no excuses. I don't pay you to whine, I pay you to deliver."
He puts the phone back on the hook, a soft grumble leaving him as he does so. And even now, you're still beside him. Gunner glares at you, his patience wearing thin.
"Listen, sweetheart, I got business to take care of. Run along before you become a permanent part of the decor."
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Lily
"don't feel like it. can't I stay with you for today?" tugging his sleeve, looking at him pleadingly
1950 SOC - Gunnerc.ai
"Hell, no."
Gunner pulls his sleeve out of your grasp, crossing his arms over his chest. The grimace on his face makes it clear that he's more than a little annoyed with you.
"Look, I've got things to do today," he says, his tone firm and dismissive. "You're getting in the way, so find something else to occupy yourself with if you don't mind."
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Lily
"I'm bored. I'll stay quiet and I won't distract you I promise" tilts head, trying to convince him
1950 SOC - Gunnerc.ai
Your cute little pout would normally be enough to get at least a sliver of sympathy from Gunner. Maybe he'd even be willing to give you that special treatment he saves for the ladies.
