- Aug 9, 2016
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Fitz's stomach growled angrily. Dammit. He had drank too much the night before and then had slept through his hangover, leaving breakfast and lunch unaccounted for. What cruel fate. He had enough money for something small, but he was famished. Ridiculously hungrier than he should have been, really. For some reason it reminded him of the party for that mob boss demon bloke.
His only option was a Kansas City shuffle. Get everyone to look left while he cut right and stole what he wanted. But for it to work, he would need a partner. Someone willing to put on a show for a free meal. The food trucks were perfect pickings, being so open and with so many crowds of people to get lost in.
He scanned the crowd, looking for someone, anyone who gave away through subtle body language that they might be willing to break some rules.
And there she was, though subtle might be a poor description of her body language. Tall and thin, lanky even, with a mop of hair as red as his. The way she carried herself, fidgeting slightly and watching the food trucks hungrily, she had that desperation for a meal that he needed. It took him a second, but he recognized her from the Rosales party. Fatima, he thought her name was. Charming lass, nice body.
Crossing the crowds of people out shopping, brimming with confidence, Fitz have the girl a gentle tap on her shoulder and flashed a friendly, lopsided grin. His voice would sound loud and clear to Fatima, but was muttered in a way that others nearby would have difficulty making out his words. A trick he picked up so many years ago.
"Still hungry lass? After all that ye tucked away at the party? Ol' Fitz thinks he can help with that."
@BoopDeBoop
His only option was a Kansas City shuffle. Get everyone to look left while he cut right and stole what he wanted. But for it to work, he would need a partner. Someone willing to put on a show for a free meal. The food trucks were perfect pickings, being so open and with so many crowds of people to get lost in.
He scanned the crowd, looking for someone, anyone who gave away through subtle body language that they might be willing to break some rules.
And there she was, though subtle might be a poor description of her body language. Tall and thin, lanky even, with a mop of hair as red as his. The way she carried herself, fidgeting slightly and watching the food trucks hungrily, she had that desperation for a meal that he needed. It took him a second, but he recognized her from the Rosales party. Fatima, he thought her name was. Charming lass, nice body.
Crossing the crowds of people out shopping, brimming with confidence, Fitz have the girl a gentle tap on her shoulder and flashed a friendly, lopsided grin. His voice would sound loud and clear to Fatima, but was muttered in a way that others nearby would have difficulty making out his words. A trick he picked up so many years ago.
"Still hungry lass? After all that ye tucked away at the party? Ol' Fitz thinks he can help with that."
@BoopDeBoop
