[color=darkkhaki]"Yeah, I know,"[/color] said Giggles softly when Marco explained his situation. The words didn't have much substance, but there was sympathy in his voice. Marco's colourful explosives drew a sharply skeptical squint, though. [color=darkkhaki]"Mmmm-mm. Squeeze twice for explosion on impact, huh?"[/color] Giggles did so, then abruptly pitched the ball into the corner.

...

[color=darkkhaki]"Ohhh,"[/color] said Giggles, gazing at the ball with sincere respect. It hadn't left his hand. [color=darkkhaki]"You flinched. Three seconds to disarm, got it."[/color] The inert weapon was put back on the table. It fit right in with the rest of the trash, perfectly innocuous. [colour=darkkhaki]"Careful who you palm off bombs to, man. Sorry for doubting."[/colour]

Giggles dragged his arm over the table, sweeping the odds and ends back into his bag. All but the Valentine bombs, which were in his palm again. Sometimes customs didn't expect sleight of hand. [color=darkkhaki]"Hey, I'm not gonna take these from you until we slam out an actual deal. No offense, but your head seems a little fuzzy right now. I get it."[/color]

And Giggles had good reason to believe that he did, really, get it. He'd been playing a certain game his whole life, and he knew baby steps when he saw them. Of all the people the gunsmith could have found hustling in a bar... Well, funny accidents sometimes happened to Giggles, and he had a feeling Marco Valentine was one of them. 

He side-eyed the man with the riot control dog as the intercom blared again. [color=darkkhaki]"...Let's take this outside. Legal or not, I'd rather not talk realshit where drunk people can hear."[/color] Giggles snapped his fingers once at Borulama, once at Diana. [color=darkkhaki]"You, you. Make money happen. [i]And don't forget to tip the middleman.[/i]"[/color]