Hey anon, good prompt.
I had trouble writing this one until I just went with the natural progression of my mind. Which is always…interesting. Cut for language.
“Well, I mean, I only used the grenade once on this pawn shop guy that didn’t think he should open the door.” “I used a grenade launcher on a garage door once.” “No shit?”
“ENOUGH!” Danny’s interjection echoed through the car. Silence actually followed. Steve and Reese turned to him from the back seat, thousand-yard stares obviously insulted that he interrupted their grenade appreciation discussion. “Listen, Steve, I know you are super excited to connect with your fellow maniac G.I. John over here,” he gestured, eliciting a smirk from Reese, “But we have a stakeout to do. And I don’t know why he’s here. And I don’t know him. And how can there be two of you!? How can there be another person out there as fucking nuts as you? Huh?”
Steve just shrugged. Danny looked to Reese, who shrugged in the exact same manner. Danny turned back, hitting the wheel in frustration and staring out the windshield until Steve cleared his throat. “I mean, if you want to come see how similar we are, there’s plenty of room back here. I promise we won’t involve grenades.”
WHY IS A CAR THREESOME THE NATURAL PROGRESSION OF MY MIND? HAHAHAHA I DON’T KNOW WHAT I’M DOING LEAVE ME ALONE