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in legal trouble .ᐣ you know who to call.
“huh .ᐣ you know my living situation, my wife’s there.” truth be told, tom knew she was trouble but that wasn’t enough to deter him.
" yours, " she said, turning around and leaning against his vehicle, spinning a strand of hair on her finger.
“where are we going .ᐣ” he asked as the woman walked past him swinging her hips. weird, she wasn’t dressed to go out.
she opens the door after several seconds of making him wait. a perfectly comfortable and confident delilah opens the door, wearing a tight fitting tee and the smallest boyshorts she owned. " ready .ᐣ " she said, walking past him to his car.
tom took it from her, once again taking a drag before answering her. “that and a huge bottle of white rum.” and a good fuck, that was the most important thing.
a small chuckle escaped her, a petite shoulder lifting in a shrug. “I just mean,” she starts, pausing to blow out a plume of smoke, handing the cigarette back over, “you look like you need about ten of these.”
knuckles knock on wood and then he’s patiently waiting for the woman to open. this is the second time they are meeting off the courts and it makes tom feel weirdly exposed. maybe that’s why he chose a non - descriptive hoodie and regular boot cut jeans.
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tom buried his hands deep in his pockets, just watching her as she took a drag just as long as his. he smiled back, slowly finding everything amusing. “what should i make of that, huh .ᐣ” he wondered, trying to understand her point.
she takes it between her fingers, watching the magic of nicotine do wonders on him. the ghost of an amused smirk appeared on her lips, though hardly. “you’re welcome. you’re wound up pretty tight.” as if she wasn’t just as wound up.
cheap, he doesn’t think she is. “oh, i can’t get him out of both of those things. don’t you worry about it, just tell him your lawyer friend said that he should aim at the sky.” even if he’s a bit mad, he wouldn’t leave her family without his protection.
darling, that's new. it feels cheap, then again she is. "he's gonna end up in juvie .ᐟ or the damn burn unit .ᐟ " not sure which would be worse, honestly. probably the more expensive one.
clever girl. “let the boy be, darling,” he avoids using her name, that feel too intimate now. “he’s probably too excited about america’s prospects in the next decade.”
good. he's fighting against it, but fiona can feel the vibe shift. she's intuitive like that. "carl's developed an interest in pyrotechnics," back to facing the bar, shoulders a little hunched. "so that's been fun." a scoff.
just the stresses of his everyday life, coating with wrinkles his otherwise pretty young looking forehead. he gives the cigarette back, finally relaxing. “thank you.”
she physically has to bite down on her tongue to silence a snarky remark. though, the arching of her dark brow says enough. someone’s grumpy. . .
he doesn’t. “yeah, because i pay you.” harsh and true, the worst tasting mixed drink one can get first thing in the afternoon. whatever, he’ll get over it. “so, anyway, how’s the summer treating you .ᐣ” mister cool guy, always playing it cool.
does he really want to do this right here 𖤠 "because you pay me." it's a harsh reality, but true nonetheless. yeah, fiona had been starting to feel something towards tom but did that matter 𖤠
somewhere else, he’s not a clown. tom takes it betwixt index and thumb, placing it on his own lips and taking a long drag. the nicotine coats his lungs, effervescent.
a little. a girl’s gotta find her entertainment somewhere. she’s handing the cigarette over.