Very Short Scene: Harry and his team are a private crew. Needs Beta.
Brandon handed over the bore cleaner to Bunji as Bob typed idly at his desk, transcribing word for word the entire discussion Bear Walken and Cid Garalde shared about the price of oil being affected by the possible summer weather.
Harry loosened his tie, sipped his bourbon, and focused intently on Lee's brown tapered, squared toe leather ankle boots sitting motionless while Lee reclined quietly on the couch, a cool compress over his eyes, again slave to another of his stress induced migraines.
It was a quiet moment broken by the arrival of Arzac Tino and two of his men. The old man stepped in without one glance toward Harry and looked down at Brandon and then Bunji, neither of whom bothered to gaze up when the old man announced himself.
"Brandon Heat and Kugashira Bunji," Tino spoke with an air of authority, "I'll be keeping my eye on you two, I think you've got potential." Harry turned his chair to face the window and scowled at their reflection. Bob smiled kindly as he ever so gently closed his laptop screen as Lee remained stock-still. "If there is anything you ever need help with, any advice you might need, problem you need fixing, you come to me."
Bunji looked up suddenly, not at Tino, but at no one in particular. Brandon kept his eyes focused on the task of cleaning his gun.
"I got a problem Mr. Arzac." Bunji said.
"Well Kugashira," Tino put his hands in his pockets and stood arrogantly giving Bunji his full attention, both his men flanked him, "Tell me what it is, I'm sure I can help."
"I gotta real problem Mr. Arzac," Bunji appeared to think carefully, he stopped cleaning his gun and spoke clearly, "You know Balladbird Lee?"
Tino's eyes averted to the couch, "That young man there?"
"Yeah him," Bunji said, "I got him pregnant."
Tino startled, hands came out of pockets, lips parted. "Is...is that even possible?"
Bunji flicked his gun sharply to the right, locking it back together. He wiped it one last time before holstering it within his underarm inside his jacket and without a hint of emotion as he stood he said, "No."
Bunji stepped to the water cooler in the shadows, and with his back to the room he lit a cigarette.
Tino pursed his lips and cast a disapproving glare at Brandon.
Brandon Heat didn't look up from his task, not one hint of acknowledgment.
Bob's doughy fists came together as if praying, to support his swollen chin and icy stare at the sunset outside. Harry didn't turn his chair around. His arm extended, setting his empty glass upon his desktop with a light clunk, enough to make the ice topple within.
Tino vomited a sigh before storming out and as his men followed, one of them closed the door behind them.
A smirk crept across Lee's face, followed by a sinister giggle that soon tainted all of them until robust laughter ripped through semi-darkness of the room.
-Props to my parody source - KITH; needs a beta I know, Yup Yup.