coolwxthyou:
scarlet is trying to be on her best behavior. she was in a good place, for the first time in a long time. she was finally in a band that seemed like it might actually make it big. things at work were doing well. but, of course, all it ever took was a cute guy to wreck all of that.
his tone taunts her. she doesn’t want him to think she’s boring. she wants to brag about all the actual cool shit she’s stolen, all the times she almost got caught. she wants to talk about her short stints in jail.
she knows that all of that would just make her seem even more like a poser, so instead she glares her best glare. it was a glare that sent most people running, but she had a feeling it wouldn’t faze abraham at all. “fine,” she hisses, taking a final drag of her own cigarette. “but you fucking owe me, alright? i don’t know when, i don’t know what, but at some point i’m going to need a favor and you’re going to do it.” she’s bluffing and she knows it. she’s already stealing the snacks, she’s resigned to the fact. “do we have a deal?”
he knows from the second she stares at him like she hates him that she’s going to do it. he knows this, because all girls look at him the same way -- like because he’s bad, they want to impress him by going along with every shitty idea. he assumes she’s no different from all the other good girls he’s played with before -- and god, wouldn’t he be shocked to find out different?
his smirk is slow, taunting her as he leans back against the wall. “i don’t owe you shit for shit,” he says. “you’re gonna do it just ‘cause you wanna do something for me.”
patience has never been his strong suit, and so his smirk becomes a scowl. “you gonna go in there or what? did you miss the point where i said i was fucking starving?”
