tÃÂóc dài ÃÂÃÂáúùp trai : I wish we were all at a cafe sitting on lounge pillows having this discussion while waiting on the torrential downpour outside
tÃÂóc dài ÃÂÃÂáúùp trai : Ryan's legs would be taking up a ton of room, but we don't mind. My leg is kinda crossed with his a little at the ankle and illy sitting cross legged sipping some rare loose leaf tea and we just laughin and conversin naturally
illy : thats exactly what id be doing sonny
Canvas08 : me and sonny politely waiting for our ca phe sua da to finish dripping
Canvas08 : a silences comes over us as we listen to the soft patter of the rain, and smell the oxtail braising in the dimly lit kitchen adjacent to the cafe's awning
tÃÂóc dài ÃÂÃÂáúùp trai : Then illy's man walks into the cafe, shakes the rain off his jacket and momentarily looks around for us. Illy makes a move to us to not wave at him and instead she stares and waits for him to lock eyes with her
Canvas08 : he does, and a slow, small, but genuine smile spreads across illys face
tÃÂóc dài ÃÂÃÂáúùp trai : He walks over to our pillow lounge/fort and says high, hugs me from the back and musses me hair, gives canvas the handshake dap, and then comes over to illy and kisses the top of her head
Canvas08 : lyle politely gestures for the waiter to come over to the collection of pillows and orders his own ca phe sua da in perfectly spoken vietnamese
tÃÂóc dài ÃÂÃÂáúùp trai : Lyle naturally enters the conversation as if he's been there the whole time. We're greeted by a local merchant selling her wares. She's selling thousands of handcrafted bracelets made with locally found and polished stones.
Canvas08 : suddenly the crash of loud noises brings us all to our feet
Canvas08 : alarmed yells of the local villagers 1/4 of a mile away become audible
Canvas08 : we hear the rumble of an engine
Canvas08 : "v6,"whispers lyle, "80s mopar"
Canvas08 : slow, melodic sounds grow louder with the engine sounds
Canvas08 : sonny and canvas shoot each other knowing glances
Canvas08 : "slaps" they both mouth in silence
Canvas08 : the group sits down to wait, and the chrysler lebaron pulls up to the cafe 5 minutes later
Canvas08 : the door opens
Canvas08 : a pair of bleached vans step out on to the muddy road
Canvas08 : the groups eyes follow up they pale, tattooed leg to a pair of muay thai shorts and finally, to a mustache drawing the attention of everyone in the area
Canvas08 : "hello lyle" says spens as he cocks his gun
Canvas08 : eric estrada leans out the window and takes a long drag on his newport
Canvas08 : "we have come to take back what is ours, ese" eric says casually before flicking the cigarette in a puddle
tÃÂóc dài ÃÂÃÂáúùp trai : The cigarette sizzles out and Eric brushes the ashes and left over lunch off his Street Fighter pre order shirt
tÃÂóc dài ÃÂÃÂáúùp trai : The ashes fall to the ground reminiscent of a CGI scene from Gears of War... Eric scratches an itch on his forward with the end of his gun smirking at his indirect homage to an incredible work of art.
Canvas08 : the duo walk slowly up to the cafe
Canvas08 : with a tall figure shortly behind them
Canvas08 : dressed in all black
Canvas08 : its hard to make out the details of anything about the third man, almost shadowlike
Canvas08 : the only color that could be seen was a small word on the leggings of the shadowman
Canvas08 : gyakasou
Canvas08 : "which one of u bitches got the slaps?" yelled ian wang
tÃÂóc dài ÃÂÃÂáúùp trai : The slender figure, almost prawn-like, wraps his arms around Spens and Eric. He lowers his head 3 feet in order to whisper into their ears, "She's there... you bout dat life?"
.... to be continued
