Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20180613113045/@comment-24736819-20180626211252

"Well, my friend, you have chosen poor company.", the man blocking the door answered, "And for now, we'll do you a solid and get you out of this mess."

"Move, I'll not repeat myself.", the one besides Harry said. Clearly he was the grumpier one.

...

Gérard reached for the door and begun to push it open only to realize that something was blocking it from the other side.

"Merde...", he whispered.

The frenchman was about to give it another try, using a bit more of force but was suddenly surprised when he heard his name being called from the door.

"Gerry!", it was Paul who had returned to the diner and looked terrified.

Gérard looked back to his friend and then followed Paul's gaze to the parking lot outside, finally realizing what why the scrawny looking american looked so terrified: a second brown Buick parked alongside the first one and from within the vehicle two other sharply dressed men came out.

"What the...", he gasped, trying to think quickly coming up with the idea of bringing the audience into whatever the hell that was, "Err... Miss! Excuse moi, Miss?!", he called for the waitress that had served him.