"Seems like wherever I look, you're involved in some kind of business."
Meyer's casino, now his drug business, whatever various and questionably legal productions Al is involved in down here in the underground, the horse racing -- which he won't even discuss again, because he thinks it's patently ridiculous, and likely to lose Al and all of his partners a tidy sum of money -- it seems that Al has an interest in just about everything. It doesn't escape him that that's a pretty accurate description of himself, too. Always involved in something. Always cooking up something else. They're similar in ways he hadn't imagined, but then, he'd never had reason to think about it, not until getting stuck here. Despite that, he doesn't exactly view Al as a rival.
"Anyone asks why there's blood on my shirt, I got a nosebleed."
It's useful to have some kind of story. It's not the kind of story that'd hold up under careful inspection, but he's not too worried about that. He just knows that there's always some concerned citizen or another looking to talk to him; he's managed to ingratiate himself into the lives of quite a few residents of the City, and those're the kind of people that'd take notice of the blood spatter on his shirt. Good thing there's a change of clothes back at the casino.
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Meyer's casino, now his drug business, whatever various and questionably legal productions Al is involved in down here in the underground, the horse racing -- which he won't even discuss again, because he thinks it's patently ridiculous, and likely to lose Al and all of his partners a tidy sum of money -- it seems that Al has an interest in just about everything. It doesn't escape him that that's a pretty accurate description of himself, too. Always involved in something. Always cooking up something else. They're similar in ways he hadn't imagined, but then, he'd never had reason to think about it, not until getting stuck here. Despite that, he doesn't exactly view Al as a rival.
"Anyone asks why there's blood on my shirt, I got a nosebleed."
It's useful to have some kind of story. It's not the kind of story that'd hold up under careful inspection, but he's not too worried about that. He just knows that there's always some concerned citizen or another looking to talk to him; he's managed to ingratiate himself into the lives of quite a few residents of the City, and those're the kind of people that'd take notice of the blood spatter on his shirt. Good thing there's a change of clothes back at the casino.