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[whitetwoguns]

Video;

[Mr. White comes on the screen, the view is from the far left of the dashboard. He's got a white button down shirt on with the sleeves rolled up to the elbow and his collar open, it's a casual but put together kind of a look. He sits up a bit to look in the mirror and wipes something off of his chin and looks to the other side, satisfied he starts the engine.

I shot the sheriff, but I didn't shoot he deputy~]

..Hah. [It's a short, incredulous laugh somehow not too full of mirth even though he's showing teeth.] That's just---[The man shakes his head as a resolved look settles onto his face. Lips close to a solid line as he puts on sunglasses.]

Enough of that shit.

[He chances the radio dial. Fleetwood Mac's You Make Lovin' Fun comes on and it is somehow more agreeable. Mr. White doesn't smile again though.]

If it ain't one thing. It's the other.

Comments

[pinkeffinprofessional]

Rumors was a pretty good album.

[whitetwoguns]

Pretty good? You got one better?

[pinkeffinprofessional]

I say it's pretty good, what, that ain't good enough?

[whitetwoguns]

It's great man, don't think that there was a better one out of em.

[pinkeffinprofessional]

I'll give you that.

[Voice;]

[withloadedguns.livejournal.com]

That's sometimes how it goes.

[If it ain't one thing, it's another. Unless it's a third thing, but...]

[Voice;]

[whitetwoguns]

We gotta keep on the trail then, stranger?

[Voice;]

[withloadedguns.livejournal.com]

[Trails, both literal and metaphorical, are sometimes good. Sometimes.]

No. Not really.

[Voice;]

[whitetwoguns]

It's a strange day.

[Understatement.]

[Voice;]

[withloadedguns.livejournal.com]

Yeah...

[Seriously.]