Tank for Me

Here's Brianna again, grumbling about how her friend is always getting into trouble and then hiding behind her.
Leigh: "They look pretty upset... Tank for me, Bri!"
Brianna: "If I was a tank, the first thing I'd do is back over your scrawny little butt..."

Leigh: "But I'm a dancer, I can't get all scarred up! How would I make any money?!"

Bri: Grumble, curse, shoot, toss grenade... "The old fashioned way, by getting a real job?"

Leigh: "You know I'm not cut out for that... besides, even you watch when I'm up on the stage..."

Bri: Pause, hatefull stare. "This line of persuasion is not making me feel any more disposed to assisting you..."

Leigh: Thoughtfull look, "I'll buy you a beer..."

Bri: Ducking as more incomming fire hits the wall. "You'll do damn well more than that if we get out of this alive!"


I think you can follow the conversation from there...