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Have you ever just been decidedly not normal about movies where a guy who was shot into a situation where death is the only way out?

Ava: It's pride month, Simon. You know what that means.

As the evening chill is just setting in, the sounds of farewells and feet on stones come from the end of the alley. Germaine straightens himself from the relaxed posture he had taken, rising to his full height and settling himself in the alley such that he is silhouetted in the most ominous fashion he can muster. With a frame as wide as his, it is an easy feat, leaving only a scant foot or so on either side of him. The steps grow louder for a minute or so, before stopping suddenly, the sound of a breath caught and growing faster is all that marks a remaining presence. In the dark shadows of the alleyway, a smile creeps its way across Germaine’s face as he stalks into the light. He did love to make an entrance. “Hello Franky, I figured we should have a little chat, don’t you think? I’d hardly want our little spat to cause any more trouble than it already has. How’s the nose by the by?” The words came easily, being cordial with morons is a long-honed skill of his. Hands in pockets, he assumes a casual stance waiting for a reply from the man who now stood shivering in the mouth of the alley. The light cast by the threads and the lanterns creates stark lines of shadow across the weaselly man’s face, the one visible eye darting from side to side and his lip quivering.