[Stanley had a right to be confident. He'd waited too damn long for this opportunity to not let some amount of smugness wash over him. He wasn't sure he'd ever get the opportunity and yet here they both were, hopefully not to be interrupted for the next few hours. Three hours would be a fair time frame, that's what he was given, after all.
Trouble was, that whole past event had been so locked away that it wasn't something Ray had thought of since, not even to sit and dream up his revenge. Now that he was here he wasn't sure where he was meant to go, but hey, he was always one for improvisation. Thinking on his feet was kind of his thing.]
That's cute. Still tryin' to play the mob boss like you're in a Scorsese film. Real intimidatin'. Keep it up, I hear they're just givin' away Oscars these days.
[Amused, his tone overly bright like it's just another day of banter at the office between a few colleagues. It's not far off that, not really, it's just they're in a car and one of them has a gun pointed at the other. All fun and games. His eyes flick up to the mirror to catch Vecchio's, and just in case Stanley's smugness wasn't obvious enough, he lifts up enough to have his reflection offering up a toothy grin, all upper teeth and pointed canines.]
Y'know I could shoot you. Wouldn't be difficult. No one would know it was me, no one's gonna expect another cop for it, not with the amount of friends you've made over the years. I'm still in Canada, y'know? Pretty hard for me to shoot you when I'm not even in the country.
But where's the fun in that, huh? Sure, I'd get my revenge, but I'd only be gettin' a second of entertainment for the hours you got. That seem like a fair trade off to you, Ray?
[The slightest of shifts from the back seat like he's restless, but he's anything but. Kowalski may be all nerves and excitement, but that doesn't drop his focus for one second, in fact it raises it if anything. This time his movement isn't from fear or coke or any other excuse he had back in Vegas, it's just pure Ray, every bit of him, on his home turf, confident and smug and with a gun in his hand. He might not have his glasses on, but he doesn't need them from this range.]
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Trouble was, that whole past event had been so locked away that it wasn't something Ray had thought of since, not even to sit and dream up his revenge. Now that he was here he wasn't sure where he was meant to go, but hey, he was always one for improvisation. Thinking on his feet was kind of his thing.]
That's cute. Still tryin' to play the mob boss like you're in a Scorsese film. Real intimidatin'. Keep it up, I hear they're just givin' away Oscars these days.
[Amused, his tone overly bright like it's just another day of banter at the office between a few colleagues. It's not far off that, not really, it's just they're in a car and one of them has a gun pointed at the other. All fun and games. His eyes flick up to the mirror to catch Vecchio's, and just in case Stanley's smugness wasn't obvious enough, he lifts up enough to have his reflection offering up a toothy grin, all upper teeth and pointed canines.]
Y'know I could shoot you. Wouldn't be difficult. No one would know it was me, no one's gonna expect another cop for it, not with the amount of friends you've made over the years. I'm still in Canada, y'know? Pretty hard for me to shoot you when I'm not even in the country.
But where's the fun in that, huh? Sure, I'd get my revenge, but I'd only be gettin' a second of entertainment for the hours you got. That seem like a fair trade off to you, Ray?
[The slightest of shifts from the back seat like he's restless, but he's anything but. Kowalski may be all nerves and excitement, but that doesn't drop his focus for one second, in fact it raises it if anything. This time his movement isn't from fear or coke or any other excuse he had back in Vegas, it's just pure Ray, every bit of him, on his home turf, confident and smug and with a gun in his hand. He might not have his glasses on, but he doesn't need them from this range.]