Picture Time

DREZZ DECKARD
"Ah, there you are Black. I thought you might have run away with your tail between your legs to avoid this annoyance. We are just taking your picture, not your soul."


REN BLACK
"There’s still time, but I guess we might as well get this over with. No funny business, just the picture."


DREZZ DECKARD
"You wound me, my friend. Have a seat. This will just be for the record and not for personal gain."


REN BLACK
"Storm of Swords, if I find out you’re selling them, I will make you regret it."


[Drezz picks up the camera off his desk.]


DREZZ DECKARD
“I would never do such a thing. Besides, your topless pictures sell better.”


REN BLACK
“My what? Tell me you’re not serious.”


DREZZ DECKARD
“Why? Do you want a cut of the profits? Now hold still.”


[The camera clicks 3 times]


REN BLACK
“Of course, I do. Also, if we’re gonna sell ‘em, we can do better than sneaking shots when I’m sleeping or whatever you do.”


DREZZ DECKARD
“All done. You have a point. How about you come to my place? Tragedy takes better pictures than I do. I would say your home, but well, your mother is there and I’m sure you don’t want to get her involved.”


[Drezz checks the pictures before placing the camera back on his desk. Black stands the chair scraping on the tiled floor.]


REN BLACK
“I’m not opposed to doing it at your place. The food is great there and you got the booze so I might as well.”


DREZZ DECKARD
“I will make sure katsudon is on the menu tonight.”


REN BLACK
“Now how can I say no to that?”