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060. Out On The Tiles

[Forward-dated to 7/June, early evening.]

[Spike, Ezio, Mal]
Okay, that race thing is like tomorrow or whatever. And I'm super sure I'm gonna fuckin' win, because my car is that badass. Spike, you know what I mean.

So anyway, I think we should all go out and celebrate. Let's do this. Mal, leave your wife at home.

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I'll take your word on the car. But hey, any reason to go out and have some fun. This place has been getting dull again.

The wife can stay at home and sulk for all I care.

The last time you said something was dull...

But yeah, this should be cool. You guys want to check out what they did with the Death Match or hit up some places in the city?

The Death Match is shit, we should go into the city.

[A little slower on the uptake, but there's no harm in getting out of the castle for a while.]

I'd be up for that.

Oh come on, I haven't said the B word yet.

I know a few interesting places in the city to go to. [And by 'interesting' she means 'they have strippers']

[Completely oblivious that there might be some Contention between Maladict and Spike...]

Define interesting.

Hopefully red-light interesting...

I think red-light interesting might get me killed.

[She gives a forlorn sigh] You're such a spoil sport, Brock.

Regardless, I'm sure Nikola would just pout if I had too much fun with the ladies of the night around here. But that's not to say we can't simply enjoy the pleasures of watching them take their clothes off for us.

I won't tell Molotov, I promise.

[What if Brock just wants to watch Maladict watching other women take their clothes off, does that make it... better or worse...]

Right... and what kind of an asshole friend would I be to keep you guys from that? Really.

Besides, what is life without some risk and adventure?

[Hold on. Have they already started drinking? ... Also, he didn't know this about Maladict. Maybe he should have though, what with the best man thing and all.

Brock, your friends.]

Are you taking the car?

[It totally makes things better because Mal is friends with ALL THE STRIPPERS and can make this evening even more entertaining for you fellas.

Because she's a good bro like that]

The special car that's due to race tomorrow? Is that wise? It might end up in a ditch.

[Best friend Maladict, really.]

It totally wouldn't, but nah. We can take the Charger.

You're not worried about that getting spotted?

Who would care about spotting it?

Uhh, somebody who would go tell Molotov I'm parked outside a strip club. So maybe...

[Maybe they're walking?? Maybe they should get horses, that's not stupid at all right]

Who the fuck is going to do that? Besides, you're a man. What is she going to do? Yell? You can just blame us.

Woman still here guys, she could do more than yell. Actually, given what I know about Molotov, Brock might just lose a testicle or something.

It's not that far to walk, for the sake of Brock's... dignity.

[Spike would mention that he has his own car they could use, but you know. Stingy.]

I'll bring the disguises. [Because apparently he's just going to roll with this plan.]

Yeah... probably less yelling and more what Maladict said. Or worse.

[And it's not like Brock hasn't been teaching a teenage troll girl with a cat fetish how to drive with your car or anything, Spike.

Anyway, let's not talk about Brock's testicles!!!!] Yeah, the 'definitely not going to go see some strippers' disguise.

Whatever, enough fuckin' around. Let's just head out there. I'm already at the cabin so I can meet you guys halfway.

You scarcely count as a woman, Maladict.

[Wait, what does that say about him hitting on her? Uhhhhhhhhhhh foot in mouth. Barreling right on:]

In my time, our women expect that we will be seeing courtesans. It's natural.

Aww, Ezio, that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me.

And though that may be the case, it often is in mine too, I doubt Molotov will see it that way.

But we can argue schematics and possibly ways to smuggle Brock into a hiding space later. Those ladies are getting cold without us.

[Brock, the next time he checks that speedometer, there will be words. But for now he's focused on this weird social thing.

...So they're really going to a strip club.]

Right. I'll meet up on the way.

Alright, I'll see you guys there.

[Yeah, they're going to a strip club! Who wants to be blamed for cold ladies? Nobody, that's who.

The cabin isn't far from the castle, so Brock doesn't expect to be alone on the street for long.]

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