07-01-2013, 04:39 PM
When Marcellus mentions files (paper work) Jack's lip curls up toward the side of his broad nose. It's reminiscent of a child assigned homework. But he fights it back down and only nods, then gives another smile, like the unfortunate facial tick is supposed to pass for some kind of positive reinforcement.
"More we know," tapping the side of his head with his index and middle finger, like he's beginning some cliche that he doesn't even need to finish, parroted from another source. He jerks his thumb back into the bar.
He looks Marcellus up and down. "Where you livin'? You got someplace? 'Cause we lookin' t' buy a clubhouse. Been talking to Angelica - You know Angel? Kin over at the Villa? - 'bout who she knows worth givin' Ma and Pop's hard earned paper. Someone ain't a slum lord. You want a drink? Meet the family?" Like they can discuss the minutiae surrounded by the bellowing, laughter and yells of the men and women at the back of the bar, pulling open its door and filling the streets with their raucous din as if to usher him back inside.
"More we know," tapping the side of his head with his index and middle finger, like he's beginning some cliche that he doesn't even need to finish, parroted from another source. He jerks his thumb back into the bar.
He looks Marcellus up and down. "Where you livin'? You got someplace? 'Cause we lookin' t' buy a clubhouse. Been talking to Angelica - You know Angel? Kin over at the Villa? - 'bout who she knows worth givin' Ma and Pop's hard earned paper. Someone ain't a slum lord. You want a drink? Meet the family?" Like they can discuss the minutiae surrounded by the bellowing, laughter and yells of the men and women at the back of the bar, pulling open its door and filling the streets with their raucous din as if to usher him back inside.