[ Reno leans back into Roche as he had in the car, his arm cocked back, and waits until he's been aimed properly before he lets that moneybomb rip. Just as the car starts to change lanes that diamond goes sailing up and over the railing and then plummets like a sparkling meteor to the world below and then, right after it, he hucks a second one the same way. That one hits the rail and bounces, looking for a second like the wind might take it right back into the street, but fate gives it a gentle nudge and sends it down into the slums the same as the first two. ]

That'll make someone's day. Concussion or a windfall, it all depends on your perspective.

[ Right? Life's full of hard knocks, no sense bitching about it. The last diamond in his hand he turns and slips into Roche's pocket, patting his hip where the bump of it shows through the material. ]

That last one we're gonna give as the tip to whoever's unlucky enough to serve us.