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⠀ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝 💥 𝐉𝐎𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆 💥

*ears slightly ringing* Where’s my shirt? More like— where’s your manners, missy? 🤨

Hello neighbor! What can I do ya for?

*turns it up*

*plays the music extra loud for @Wrey24were*

I thought you’d never ask.

Damn. He slips two long picks from his pocket. They’ve always held a bit of luck for him. Long seconds tick by before the lock yields to his touch, and once inside, he faces another dilemma. 📲 the damn room’s full of computers. Which one’s our lucky lady?

His lips stay curved in a sly grin as he watches the expert way she draws attention without 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. Upstairs, the corridors are quiet and empty. His footfalls are muted on the plush carpet as heads to the furthest door, which is— Locked. ++

…yes.

Making his way through the crowd, he grabbed a drink from a waiter’s tray. He felt out of practice, unsteady — but as he glanced back at his accomplice, his confidence slid back into place. This would be a piece of cake.

“C’mon now, ain’t you ever seen a heist movie before?”

You ever lit something on fire just to watch it burn?

“Discreet? Hm…” As the coordinates slip into one pocket, he produces a bundle of small, red cylinders with the other, holding it out to her. “Guess that makes you the distraction then.”

“Why didn’t ya say so, darlin’?” As he makes the final adjustments, he realizes - tux fits him like a glove. “You been payin’ closer attention than I thought…”

The mention of the police stops his growing grin in its tracks. “Callin’ the police on someone just for having a good time and listenin’ to a little music? This is startin’ to soundless like an ‘investment’ and more like an ‘extortion’…”

…. To light things on fire.

Bah, you can get anything on the internet these days.

The tops of his ears redden slightly as she turns on the charm. He fights the smile that aches to spread across his face. “Uh, shoes?” He glances at the screen. “Not sure I’d have the occasion to wear ‘em, but tell me more ‘bout this little opportunity of yours.”

“Acquired, actually.” He bites back a smile, sugar-scented memories of a racetrack smoldering in the back of his mind. “But yeah, I supplement my income when the job feels right. Or fun. You got somethin’ for me?”