Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20180613113045/@comment-24736819-20180615033947

"Suit yourself, Harry... but I believe the americans have other things to look at than your mug.", the frenchman shrugged.

Truth be told, the twins were not that far from the counter and Gérard's journey to meet them was uneventful. Harry managed to hear what the three men were chatting:

"Ah, hello, hello!", one of the twins, got up from the chair and greeted the armsdealer, "Gerry, my friend! How is it going?"

"Hello, Petit Leo!", the frenchman replied, revealing what was obviously an ironical nickname to the large french-canadian greeting him.

Both brothers looked remarkably like eachother and it was a bit difficult to tell thek apart from such distance, yet Gérard seemed not to have the same difficulty.

"Who's the ugly bastard over there? Buny finally got tired of your bipolar bullshit and left?", the second, yet to be named, brother asked pointing towards Harry.

"Nobody you should worry about, Olivier.", the frenchman replied in a serious tone.

Leo, sensing the tension, chose to reply before his brother could, "No worries, Gerry. We trust you... Take a seat, please!"

Gérard smiled and did as asked, quickly grabbing the duffle bag from underneath the table, the same one Harry had seen in the car, which was strange since last time he saw it Paul was carrying the bag.

"Oh, Gerry, you should've gotten here earlier! That Katherine Carlyle put on quite a show, it was incredible! That woman's looks is only topped by her voice and that is saying something!", Leo commented.

"Ohh, careful there, mon ami! Starting to sound like someone's falling in love.", Gérard chuckled, looking into the bag for a couple of seconds before closing it again and nodding slightly.

"You can say that again.", Olivier growled, "Stupid fucker has barely stopped talking about the cunt ever since she left the stage..."

Gérard glanced back, giving a signal to Paul who promptly started to cross the crowd towards the table.