This one's gonna be a bit like those old LooseCannon cop movies. Unlike my other one, don't be afraid to be "silly". Should make it sort of fun to try and write it up.
OH YEAH, and it'll all be written in first-person
"Three days I've been trackin' this guy, three days. Three days of hiding in dumpsters and creeping through alleyways. But tonight, I've finally got what I need"
"Big Bill, that's what everybody calls 'im. He's a crime boss. If it's illegal, he's done it. The department's sent loads of guys to take him out, but everybody's either wound up dead or've gone rogue. So they sent me. I'm a bit of a dirty cop, got a record. A few unnecessary uses of force, a bit of police brutality, the works. But they know I get the job done, that's the only reason they haven't taken my badge"
"Bill's been conversin' with this guy at the diner. At first, they were pretty calm about it. But a few minutes ago, Bill just kinda snapped. He's been yellin' and wavin' his arms around like a madman. I dunno who the second guy is, but he musta done somethin' real bad to **** Bill off."
"So, I've got my trusty .38 special, my hat, and the coat on my back. I've been meanin' to quit smokin', but it's the only thing that keeps me sane nowadays. Why am I wearing sunglasses at night? 'cus sunglasses look effin' cool."
"Oh yeah, my name. Well... You can call me..."
You need a name.
You are carrying:
1x Effin' Cool sunglasses
1x Awesome Hat
1x Suit Coat
1x Trusty .38 Special
1x Wallet w/ badge and ID
"My name is Beef Wellington, but most people just call me Beef."
"I put away my .38, figured it'd be a good idea to get the drop on ol' Billy."
"I looked around for a moment... The city was so evil, so corrupt, it was as if everything was in black and white... A clear division between good and evil, light and dark, good and bad! And there always seemed to be more of the black than white."
"Figured I'd best head in now, maybe I could figure out what had Bill's undies in a twist"
"What I heard as I walked in could make a sailor blush. Poor waitress looked like she was about to faint. Bill was sitting across from a fella with a skull tattoo on the back of his head, seems like a real friendly guy."
"I didn't need to arouse any suspicions from old Biggy, so I figured I'd need a ruse of some sort, a reason to be there. The most obvious one would be to go ahead and order, but all the staff were either cowering in fear or in the back somewhere. There weren't even any other people in the place. Bill could clear a room real nice like that."