[ Damn. That pathetic sound and now confirmation that yeah, this drug dealer has fucked with someone and they're after him. That sobers Daryl up a touch and his scowl darkens. He glances around the restaurant again, much more surreptitiously than he had when he'd first sat down, but nothing seems out of order. No one is watching them, not even the wait staff. It's not a busy time of day. ]
Christ, seriously? I don't even have time for coffee?
[ He's got a bitch of a hangover and he doesn't even consider standing up until he knows more about what's going on and what exactly he's putting himself in the middle of. He's seen the sort of shit his brother has gotten into - gotten the both of them into a few times. Daryl might not make great decisions on the whole but he knows how to steer clear of the worst kinds of trouble. Not like his brother or, apparently, Jesse. ]
How'd you get out here, anyway? They know where you are?
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Christ, seriously? I don't even have time for coffee?
[ He's got a bitch of a hangover and he doesn't even consider standing up until he knows more about what's going on and what exactly he's putting himself in the middle of. He's seen the sort of shit his brother has gotten into - gotten the both of them into a few times. Daryl might not make great decisions on the whole but he knows how to steer clear of the worst kinds of trouble. Not like his brother or, apparently, Jesse. ]
How'd you get out here, anyway? They know where you are?