𝘿𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙪𝙣 “𝙍𝙪𝙨𝙝“ 𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙙

The refill was just as quick as the last; it was next to her just as her sentence finished. “First one’s free. Next will cost you, my G.”

“Oh yeah. 𝙂𝙤𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝘽𝙚𝙚𝙧, great guess.” He mocked, lips remaining quirked. “Y’know, I almost thought you were federal but any fed would’ve clocked me by this point.” And besides, if she were federal, he wouldn’t be wasting his time here. He’d be out in a flash.

“You mean like that Doctor Strange guy?,” He grinned and shook his head. “Nah. That’d be cool as hell though.” His head cocked to the side, smug grin forming.

“Yeah?” A refilled and seemingly 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩 glass of alcohol sat in place of the one she’d previously sipped from. No one had arrived in the last few seconds. Dashaun continued like normal. “That sucks, but, it happens.”

Sounds like she had some experiences with nosy dudes.

“I’m Dashaun.,” He introduced himself with an upward head nod. “I don’t like sharing either. You ain’t worried about germs?”

He minds his business, actually.

“Aight. You paying for that.”

She 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨?

“𝙄’𝙢 just trying to have a drink.,” He counters. “Lose a bet or something?”

“Wasn’t a question. You’re real loud.”

“Language.”

@ThieflnTheNight “You’re saying there’s a 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙙 𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙚?”

@ThieflnTheNight the table are now gone. There’s a 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙯𝙚 inside the shop, a rush of wind where there isn’t supposed to be one. Indication that his mutation had been used to clear their space 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 after his sentence concluded. “So.” His eyes narrow, cocky smirk still present. —

Head tilts as curiosity takes hold. In the blink of an eye he’s seen holding the backpack, a rush of wind shifting frost-white tresses atop her head as a result of the sudden thievery. “So what’s actually in here? Don’t worry, I don’t really care- just curious.”

𝙏𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙙.

@ThieflnTheNight door. 𝙋𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙. She knows how that works. “I’ll pick you up around 7:45. I like to get good seats.”

@ThieflnTheNight his speed— just good ol’ intuition. Had the 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧 chose not to meet him at this spot he would’ve gone about his night; maybe ran into her again once or twice. But she 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚, and that in itself, gave him the answer he wanted as soon as she stepped through the —

@ThieflnTheNight “Just let me know.”

@ThieflnTheNight Pops taught him well; Earl did too. “Tomorrow night. 𝙉𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙢𝙚, preferably.” He tacks on. Digits deftly dive into his jacket pocket, retrieving his iPhone. He swipes and Face ID’s it before taking it to the dial pad and handing it to her, casually. —