for: @samburman
location: east side ( where sam buys his moustache oil, probably)
Úrsula abandons any semblance of subtly, balancing a knife between her fingers like she’s fidgeting with a pencil. “Do you all live in bloodied allies, or has Victor Hugo finally kicked out of of his bed?” She’s never been quite sure of how she feels about Sam, precisely- hates on on principle, and because he has the moustache, of her high school principle. Their squabbles have been minor thus far, however - despite the bounty of her head and the rest of her gangs, due to the alleged art gallery fiasco, Úrsula’s yet to cross Magnum P.I’s. path, until now. “Look, buddy - it has been a fucking long night, and we both know how this ends, anyway. I mean, c’mon; you really think we’re going to let either of you amateur girl scout troops take control of what should be ours? Which will also be, what’s best for this city.”
