𝐍𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃—𝐂𝙸𝚃𝚈'𝚂 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓

𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 in a 𝐜𝖍𝐚𝐬𝐞 that'll 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 cease. a 𝒃𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐲 moon, portending 𝒅𝐨𝐨𝐦. another 𝒄𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 day is coming 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧.

ᅠ i ain't no johnny silverhand, sugar. afraid you're going to lose? ᅠ

ᅠ not the first time it's going to be like that. bring it on, choom. ᅠ

ᅠ when you say it like that, i may actually take you up for a challenge. ᅠ

she kept a reasonable distance from the fixer and sat on the L couch, horizontally opposite her. so, three minutes? that was fine. she leaned back, arm stretched over the back of the couch. “i’m vi.” she glanced at the large bouncer at the doorway, then back to rogue.

ᅠ ᅠ 〝 damn, someone stood up the Queen of the Afterlife ? sheesh — 〞 Not a jab at her of course, just … surprised is all. Walking past, I’d give Waylan a nod of acknowledgment before plopping on the couch. 〝 not here on biz, just wanted to hang — 〞 ᅠ ᅠ

ㅤ a new ride on top of the eddies he was already getting paid was always welcome . rogue had the best gigs . “ nova . ” v finished his drink , returning the glass to the table before standing up . “ i’ll get to work . got a deadline ? ” ㅤ

⠀ ⠀⠀𝐘𝖔𝖚'𝖗𝖊 𝓣𝖍𝖊  𝓓𝙀𝙑𝙄𝙇   𝓘𝓷   ✃𓄧 . ..𓂃 ִֶָ🕸་༘࿐ 𝓓𝘐𝘚𝘎𝘜𝘐𝘚𝘌.  ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀

a sharp exhale through her nose. blocked access from the bouncer. she peered over his shoulder, making eye contact with the silver-haired woman’s kiroshi optics. “rogue, right? look— just want ten minutes. shit, okay— five. if it’s not worth your time, i’ll fuck off.”