Conversation · Pissf****t

"And what kind of business is that exactly?"

"Police business."

The lieutenant notices your agitation and opens his mouth to speak, but then decides against it and merely shakes his head.

"Okay, we get it. You look like total shit -- we look flashy as hell. What about it?" There's a spark of sympathy in the youth's eyes.

You didn't say that.

"Leather would be such a cool look on me..."

The lieutenant looks down at his bomber jacket and shrugs, obviously content with his uniform.

"Fuck it, I don't deserve a cool jacket, I suck."

"Fine, fuck it." The young man takes his jacket off. "Here, take it then. I can't handle this sad shit."

It's true. He simply can't -- it's called empathy.

Wow. I did not see that coming. You better wear that jacket with pride!

"Fuck that, you're not getting mine," the other one snaps at you. "My dad's a lawyer in La Delta. He'll have your badge!"

"No, he won't."

The lieutenant is lightly amused by the situation.

(Turn to Kim.) "Fuck it, we don't need the other one. You said that you're more of a Pissf****t kinda guy, so I got the jacket for you!"

"I'm not wearing that jacket."

"Why not? You could really raise hell. Go undercover. Hard."

"I don't think this case requires us to go undercover. Or raise hell... In fact I don't think the jacket will be useful at all."

"Still. It's good to know that we have it, should the need arise."

"The need will not arise."

"Look at this cute shit!" The dark haired youth points at you -- then turns to his friend. "How can we become SKULLS if you go around fraternising with cops?! Let's get the fuck out of here before anyone sees us."

"Fuck, I'm sorry, man." He hangs his head in shame. "I just... don't like confrontations that's all."

"Okay, well. I'll keep it then."

"Do. I'm fine with that."

"But don't you want to express your individuality?"

"I already am expressing my individuality."

(Turn to Kim.) "I did say I prefer the 'Pissf****t' one, but since I didn't get the other one -- you should have it!"

"That's okay. I'm not wearing that jacket."

"Wait, World-fucker, you got a rich dad?"

"N-no, uh..." He looks startled. "He's like a... like a volunteer lawyer... a total bitch. Cites law and does dishes..."

"You know what, cop? Fuck you, that's not what this is about, you're not getting my jacket!"

Fuck him. We don't need his rich dad jacket anyway.

(Turn to Kim.) "Remember when I said I'd like the 'Pissf****t' one? I got it! Wish I'd gotten the other one for you..."

"I wouldn't wear it anyway."

"But don't you want to express your individuality?"

"I already am expressing my individuality."

"Well, whatever. I've got mine and that's just fine."

"If you say so."

"I'll just let you borrow this jacket... you know, should the need arise."

"Why not? You could really raise hell. Go undercover. Hard."

"I don't think this case requires us to go undercover. Or raise hell... In fact I don't think the jacket will be useful at all."

(Turn to Kim.) "I know you said you're more of a Pissf****t kinda guy, but we only have one jacket and I want it."

"I'm absolutely okay with not having one."

"Please..."

"I'm wearing horrible clothes to catch horrible people. It's depressing."

"It's not shit, it's disco..."

"It's shit."

"My clothes make me sad, I need to fun it up."

(Point at your clothes.) "Look at the shit I'm wearing!"

"Yeah, like you said, total shit. What about it?" There's a spark of sympathy in the youth's eyes.

"Do you guys know Cindy the SKULL?"

"Oh yeah, Cindy's a right proper SKULL..." The young man's eyes glaze over, his voice filled with longing.

"Not so sure about that. She's a bit of a communist."

"Lies! Cindy's all SKULL. A true artist of the future, just like Arno van Eyck."

"By the way, if you see Cindy, give her our regards," he adds, returning from whatever void he was just visiting.

"Actually, Cindy told me herself that she's not a very good SKULL."

"And you believed that?" He laughs. "No, man, Cindy's all SKULL. A true artist of the future, just like Arno van Eyck."

"Yeah," the other guy lights up too. "A true artist of the future, just like Arno van Eyck."

"What's with the jackets?"

"What about them?"