SnakeCharm

Not been enough Ben on my dash, dammit.

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Ben Barnes for “The Beauty Book for Brain Cancer”

      Remember one of the big rules here; THE MUN IS NOT THE MUSE 

If the guy thought the pat on the shoulder helped he was only slightly wrong. “Some damn kids, yeah… Hopefully some from the on-street patrol can get a hand on them instead.” he said with a slight frown over the situation. “Better check your pockets. They’ve been around this area and down some people’s pockets.”

He began patting himself down. “I don’t think they...” he trailed off, frowning. After groping around a moment longer he sighed. “Little bastards. They’ve got my wallet, the important one.” He spun around and craned his neck in a vain attempt to see where the kids went. “If I get my hands on them...”

He would have forgotten about the unsociable woman had they not kept ending up in the same areas. Every time he looked up they would seem to catch each other’s eye. Nate was determined to keep his distance, that was until they quite literally ran into each other. “Shit I’m sor-” he barely managed to keep his drink from sloshing onto her. “We’ve got to stop meeting like this,” he grinned.

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“I don’t have to know someone to wonder what they look like half naked.” He winked at her. “Lace,” he nodded approvingly. “Daring, sexy, confident.... intriguing.”

“I’ve tried worse…” he said as he groaned slightly when he took the helping hand and got up. “Money. But they didn’t steal anything from me. I’m a cop.” he answered the younger guy. “And I let them escape.” he mumbled annoyed under his breath. “You didn’t see where they went?”

“Oh, a cop,” he patted the man on the shoulder as he stood then looked around. “Was it some kids? A few ran past me back there but I didn’t pay them any attention. Sorry mate.” He winced in sympathy.