Anything Drabble

It was days like this that Willy Mackie wished he'd taken over a ritzier apartment block.

There were a couple of clothes stores but none of them could tailor a formal suit that was large and indestructible enough for him, and anyway, he'd accidentally blown one of them up last week as a hazily remembered part of a drunken bender. Now the only option left was to ask Duke. He'd never hear the last of it. Everyone in the city would know before long.

At least he'd get a reputation for something other than abducting girls. Hell, that had just been the once, and it'd had been BUSINESS, not pleasure - he'd have stolen their damn cat if that got the Lee brothers to walk into his ambush - and everyone left out the part where Abobo screwed up and let her out of the bag and she'd stolen a rocket launcher and trashed an entire floor and anyway he didn't care about her any more, he just wanted his favourite rocket launcher back.

He wasn't gonna screw up this time. He'd show them all he could take someone out, not with a machine gun, but on a normal date!