@HawkMan
Not to worry, Drew is the same. Do you want to start or shall I?
Not to worry, Drew is the same. Do you want to start or shall I?
You can but if you hit a block I'll take the role of first
Sounds good, so we're working undercover as spies somewhere? I assume we're in the same sort of area
Yep
competing when we're supposed to focus as usual
(Cool)
"It's been one month since I infiltrated the mafia, one month of constant hiding and deceiving the people around me. I know I won't return, being the man I was, that man is dead." Drew says into the mirror, running a hand through his hair. He quickly buttons up his shirt, finger guns himself then struts out of his room, a cocky smile plastered on his face.
Aster looks up from his pretending to do something interesting. "Ah. Drew. We meet again."
"So we do, Aster," Drew says, pausing slightly before muttering, "So we do." He meets the eyes of the other.
(Frick I meant to put that in past tense)
Aster flinched internally. "What brings you here?"
"Work," Drew shrugs, playing it cool, "What 'bout you?"
"Same thing, except I'm better at it."
"No way, You're not better than me at anything, except being a loser. You're better than me at being a loser." He nods as if this was an amazing comeback.
"I'm obviously better at comebacks than you."
"What? That was great. You can't even deny it. Anyway, I've got a job to do and there's no point in wasting time."
"Right. I better be going as well." Aster straightened his shirt. "See ya around." Hopefully not…
"Sure," I couldn't think of a torture worse. Drew thinks, going on his original path to the mafia run pub.
Aster exited through the back door, heading towards the mafia run pub. Alright. Play it smooth. And don't get jittery this time.
Drew walks in and takes a seat at the bar. "Usual, please," He addresses the bar tender.
Aster steps in and takes a look around. Ugh….people…. He takes a seat in a corner.
"Did you hear about Joel?" Drew starts up gossip. When the bartender replies with a 'no' Drew continues, "Well, I heard he let it slip to a girl at the Gold Hall and now, well let's just say he had a bit of an accident."
Aster squinted. I feel like I recognize that voice…
The Bartender leaves to serve another customer so Drew takes a sip of his drink and looks around the room. He notices Aster and not-so-subtly rolls his eyes, how do they always end up running into each other?
(Yo yo yo yo, What time is it?)
(If that was a reference I cannot comprehend)
(Darn, Hamilton: An American Musical. I haven't watched but I like the songs. Anywho are you up for continuing? You can totally say no if you don't want to)
(OH HAMILTON YEAH!
Sure dude! I'm up for it!)
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