...Oh, crap. "Nothing's going on," he said, immediately, and pulled upright. Yes, he could carry it. "Sorry, phrased it oddly." Mitchell flashed a vaguely disarming smile in Jack's direction and hoped to God everyone would buy it.
"...You said it sends a clear message," George said. He wasn't thrown. "To who?"
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Date: 2010-06-12 05:33 pm (UTC)"...You said it sends a clear message," George said. He wasn't thrown. "To who?"
Fuck, fuck.
"The neighbourhood. You know, all the locals."