The Fourth Sin - Saturday Night

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Becky lounged behind the desk at the Sin, filing her nails and smoking a cigarette.

Occasionally, she would idly pick up her Zippo and flip it open and shut a few times, and smile as though remembering something.

[ooc: Everything with Miho, Becky and the body is NFB. However, Parker/Jarod and GOB are both okay.]

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Becky screeches to a stop.

"Did I ever tell you how I passed my driver's test?" she said happily. "Because I almost failed, but the guy giving the test liked me."

[deadly_little]

Becky hadn't told her, but Miho has a few ideas. Especially after that ride. She gets out, leaving robe, sword, and all behind, and starts trying to drag the body out of the car.

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"So I kinda ensured I would get my license," Becky continued in a whisper, waggling her eyebrows as she helped miho drag the body toward the water.

[deadly_little]

She'd suspected as much. Miho nods to show she's listening as they drag the body toward the water. Getting it out far enough that it doesn't just float back in on the next tide may be a bit of a challenge, but they'll figure something out.

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"Should we get rocks or something? So that he'll sink?" Becky whispers.

[deadly_little]

Miho tilts her head and listens to the surf for a moment.

There's something out there. Something big. She doesn't know how she knows that, but she does. Rocks may not be necessary.

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Becky looks out into the water, and sees what appears to be a giant lobster claw. "Miho? Let just throw him. I think he'll be taken care of."

[deadly_little]

Miho's eyes nearly pop out of her head, but she moves on with the tossing the body to the giant lobster thing.

Holy fuck was that a fin?

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Becky staggers backwards and starts to wade back to shore. "Hurry! I don't think shooting it is going to do a lot if it's hungrier."

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Miho wades back to shore as quickly as she can, then waits just above the surf to make sure--yes. The thing has the body and appears to be making a midnight snack of it. Ew. They can go home now.

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Becky's already in the car, and would honk if she didn't think the noise would attact attention. As it is, she's got the car in first already, and is glaring through the window at Miho. "Get in!" she mouths.

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Miho gets in and fastens her seatbelt tight. Nothing to see here, just two girls leaving the beach in the middle of the night. And driving like a crazy person.

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Becky would like to point out that she is a damn good driver, thank you.

And that's why they make it back to the Sin in under two minutes.

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Miho is just going to be motion-sick now, then return Dallas's keys and go write Dwight a nice letter. If it's all the same to Becky.

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Becky can live with that. She has important nail-filing and magazine-reading to do.

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Miho takes the keys from the switch and goes inside. She opens the door to Dallas's room, ignoring the client's, "HEY!" and throws the keys at Dallas's head. The woman catches them and asks, "You didn't get blood on my seats, did you?" Miho shakes her head and closes the door firmly behind her.

She makes a mental note to herself to pay for one of Becky's magazine subscriptions, as a thank you. Even though this is just what Old Town Girls do for each other.