Look, I don't even know what the fuck you think you're talking about. Doubt your ass has ever even set foot in a hood like mine. It's not like the army -- we don't walk around with holsters and flak jackets. You know what's good about carrying a gun like this?
[He clicks the safety back on and shoves the gun back down his waistband, right at the small of his back, then tugs the hem of his wifebeater down over it. The shirt is loose enough that if someone didn't know the pistol was there, they probably wouldn't spot it right away. He gives Bucky a pointed look.]
You do it right and no one grabs it, 'cause they don't know it's there till you've already shot 'em or pistol-whipped 'em.
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[He shakes his head, a little mystified.]
Look, I don't even know what the fuck you think you're talking about. Doubt your ass has ever even set foot in a hood like mine. It's not like the army -- we don't walk around with holsters and flak jackets. You know what's good about carrying a gun like this?
[He clicks the safety back on and shoves the gun back down his waistband, right at the small of his back, then tugs the hem of his wifebeater down over it. The shirt is loose enough that if someone didn't know the pistol was there, they probably wouldn't spot it right away. He gives Bucky a pointed look.]
You do it right and no one grabs it, 'cause they don't know it's there till you've already shot 'em or pistol-whipped 'em.