JACK RONAN.
The grin was slow to spread on his lips, but when it did there was no concealing the smug expression as the man witnessed what he could only deem to be the actions of a kindred spirit. The residents of Red Ridge, a stand-up bunch. He stared for a moment. Jack’s green eyes fixated on the woman with the red lipstick and cigarette she favored in lieu of any meaningless chat. “Haven’t we all, darlin’.” The response lagged, but so did the one that proceeded that. Jack remained where he stood, his long frame slouched against the wall with one leg stretched out in the walkway of others just hoping someone would trip. A real honorable individual. “So…” Jack gave a slow nod to where she had tucked away the bills taken from the unsuspecting. “You know that makes me an accomplice. Call me old fashion but partners in crime usually go fifty-fifty.”
Thud! Face first on the ground with a groan, that was that state of the blond male who had taken the bait and tripped over Jack’s outstretched leg. Funny enough to momentarily pull his attention elsewhere. “Eh!, watch it,” he shouted and just as the blond scurried to his feet with a beady-eyed glare at Jack. “Some people.” Jack shook his head in disapproval, but the mischievous glint in his eyes had been highlighted when that smug grin had returned, crinkling the corners of his eyes.
Why was it that misery brought her joy? Probably because she was deeply miserable herself, riddled with beastly intentions. It’s something to save face, to unleash the inner workings that threaten to destroy her and reveal what truly lives underneath. That alone seemed disgustingly cliche to Jenny. It reminds her of when her mother would open up, pouring out her heart only to deny her daughters they same opportunity. Everything was always one sided. But, for once, Jenny experiences a mutual trade. A cheeky smirk, a miserable human.
A smile of her own tugs at the corner of her reddened mouth, head canting to the side as the man beside her speaks. “Not true,” Jenny remarks, eyebrows quirking updates, “Finder’s keepers. Haven’t you learned anything from this cruel world? That’s common knowledge.” She teases, taking another slow drag of her cigarette. The scenario continues, paired with a person falling flat onto their face. Jenny’s mouth puckers as if she’s just sucked on a lemon, doing what she can to stifle the laughter that threatens to burst from inside her throat. A shake of her head comes next, earning short curls to move along with her. “Maybe it’s karma. Maybe they’ve just come back from telling an old, sick lady to go fuck themselves and now they’ve just face planted into the damn concrete. You might have just contributed to fate. That’s really something..” A shrug, obviously still going along with the steady wit that brews between them.
“You hungry? I’m starving,” The brunette says, tossing her cigarette to the ground, stepping on it carefully with the toe of her boot. Afterwards, she digs her hand back into her pocket, plucking out the money she’s just stolen, “My treat.”

















