One of Lux’s eyebrows peaked as her mind replayed her various trips to the warehouse. “I couldn’t even tell you my record,” she let out a raspy laugh, shaking her head slightly. “But there was one time, when the leaders were sleeping—absolutely out cold—after, what I can only assume to be, a rough day of being arseholes to everyone, and I took quite a bit,” she shrugged. Lux could never take as much as she would have liked from the warehouse, because she didn’t want the missing items to be noticeable. She had learned to take just the right amount—enough to tide her over, but not enough to raise suspicions.
“You can certainly come along. We’ll have ourselves a proper crime spree,” Lux’s mouth curled into a smirk as she grabbed Jonah’s cigarette, balancing it between her pale fingers. “Don’t call me a nonce, that’s rude. I’m a fucking lady,” she laughed jokingly, bringing the cigarette up to her lips. After a single inhalation, Lux felt at ease. She was accustomed to the bitter taste of the smoke that danced across her taste buds. Blowing the smoke out harshly, she took another drag before handing it back to Jonah.
Shaking her head at Jonah’s comment, Lux smiled genuinely, “More alcohol? I doubt it. You’d have to be all sorts of fucked up to wear those outfits,” she leaned her head back slightly, picking up the bottle of vodka that rested next to her. Taking another swig, she smiled against the bottle. “I guess it’s alright having you around,” she shrugged teasingly, knowing that Jonah knew how much she appreciated his company. Lux had never had any sort of solid relationships, aside from Eric. With Jonah, however, she found it quite easy to let her guard down, which was a rarity for her.
"Yes you could. I'm sure you've hauled loads before. Just not enough for them to become suspicious. Mind you, most of them are just brainless, so they wouldn't know if you did or not. They'd probably think it was wolves." With a nonchalant shrug, Jonah leant back against the wall again, letting out a deep exhalation of breath. "This is good. Stealing alcohol, cigarettes... and then... just sitting with someone, and disposing of them, shall we say." Â With a nod of finality, Jonah took another swig of the alcohol, feeling a burning sensation as it slipped down his throat. "Every day here is 'rough'. Therefore, I'm one to make things a lot funnier than they fucking are. Just my motto, you see." He shrugged again.
"Organized crime to its extreme." He grinned childishly. "You are a nonce. That's the simplest way of saying it. And I'm a wanker. And an asshole. And you're a bitch. We get on just fine." He conceded, scratching at the back of his neck. "I don't see any 'fucking ladies' who swear as much as you do. But I swear fucking loads. Because I am a man, and I am Jonah. There's nothing more to me than swearing and jokes... and sex... and yeah." He answered with a laugh, the smokey scent not fazing him.Â
"I'm 'alright' to be around? Nah, I'm better than that. Trust me, even I know it. I'm fucking great to be around. And you should think that too, because it's true." He ran a hand through his hair, to get it out of his face and grinned. "And, as the three musketeers I suggest a toast. We are the three musketeers, with two people only here, and the third... well, where is Eric?" He asked, frowning lightly.Â
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