"I'm just saying that there's no way they can pin it on us. It's not like we invited those creeps in the door and up to our room for some drinks. They were chasing us!" Lero gestured animately at Oliver, who was a distinctly green color beneath the pallor of his skin. "They don't have have shit on us. Where is our lawyer, anyway? Aren't we entitled to a lawyer?"
Brian huffed. From a logical standpoint, he felt as though Lero's logic was lacking. They had been caught out rather blatantly with way more weapons than could be explained away as self defense, as well as some other items of questionable legality, and they had lead a mass of cultists through the majority of a rather upscale hotel. Who knows how much property damage had been inflicted just by them choosing to exist in that particular space at that particular time.
"What do you want me to tell them, Frankie?" He said instead of any of that. "Oh, I'm sorry, it's not our fault that we were being chased by a cult of murderous criminals intent on raising the spirit of an ancient demon into Bob and, oh, I guess they were a little angry we interrupted their satanic ritual? Or maybe you want me to exaggerate on the fact that they should be in custody because they killed Oliver, but then he rose from the dead. Which part of that do you think sounds believable?"
Oliver twitched at the mention of his so called "resurrection." "I wasn't dead." He insisted. It was becoming an old argument. Brian caved easily because he knew how much it upset the priest to point out that yes he was. He pinched the bridge of his nose. Maybe there was something to be said for wishing things could be back to normal. God knew that Lero was always whining on about it.
"My point is that we can't tell a lawyer anything, even if there were one here." Brian tried after a moment. Oliver seemed to agree, if the eyebrow war he appeared to be having with Jay were any indicator.
Lero snorted, folding his arms over his chest and leaning precariously backwards in his chair. "Right, okay. Well, Oliver, was this all part of God's grand plan for us as well? Three to five years for property damage we can't afford to pay back, plus who knows how much for what they found in the van?"
Jay looked personally affronted, which was bullshit because Lero knew as well as anyone that Jay didn't believe in a God before they started on this so called grand adventure.
"Don't be a dick, Lero. And put your chair down, I think someone's coming." Bob said, interrupting before they could have a repeat of the great "Where's God" war of last Monday. Traitor.