Pressure Point
They look at each other then back at him, erupting into laughter. Clark(30’s),unathletic wearing a wool knitted cardigan and a shirt with a geeky franchise on it, laughs nervously along with them, trying not to seem awkward.
A sigh of relief came from Bertie and Jayce after they were done laughing.
Clark: Hi! How’s it going?! My name’s Clark, like Superman, although no one should know his name or his identity, should they? Heh.
Bertie: (Jayce had a nasty, confident grin on his face) Well, “Clark”, it sure is nice to meet ya. Mind if we come inside? We have something to…talk to you about.
Clark: Well of course! I was just making some tea as it is, good timing, am I right? (He paused for a little very awkwardly)Heh. C-Come in then, take a seat in the living room, I’l-l bring some biscuits too!
Jayce and Bertie followed him in, grinning from ear to ear. He walked in a jolly way and led them to the living room. They sank into the couch and placed their dirty boots on the coffee table with an arrogant look on their faces. Jayce looked over at Bertie and smirked.
JAYCE: I’ll tell ya, I didn’t expect the boss to pull our leg like that, he doesn’t do that very much! (He laughed heartily)
BERTIE: I know sure! He didn’t seem like the type to have a sense of humor. But here’s the thing, if the fella isn’t “the real deal”, then why does the boss want us to beat him up?
JAYCE(Jayce shrugs with a grin): Not my place to ask questions.