cheap and cheerful

“Rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated and all that shit…”

                 “Urban…camouflage.” Not how he’d like to word it. Pretty bait informant seems more apt. Wally’s knuckles crack against his thigh and the sigh that leaves him is nearly inaudible. “You seem real excitable about this. Never seen someone so excited to betray an employer; how do I know you ain’t gonna do the same to me, Casey?”

          “Yeah... Yeah I know it seems pretty bad. The thing is... I’ve been a bookie almost a decade and the one thing I’ve learned is that if you wanna win, you gotta bet on a sure thing... and you’re the surest thing in this town,” he leans in for emphasis, “That’s something worth getting excitable about. I’m loyal, but no one will ever be able to accuse me of being loyal to a fault.”

SO HERE IS A SKYPE DROP SINCE I AM GONNA BE OFF TUMBLR FOR THE NEXT DAY OR SO ENTIRELY MY GIRLFRIEND IS GONNA BE HERE FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER JUST ADD ME YO AND YOU CAN HIT ME UP ON SKYPE IC OR OOC WHENEVER CAUSE I AINT CHECKIN THESE BLOGS.

“ Oh mother, tell your children                                                         Not to do what I have done– ”

     “Fuck.” He’d done a marvelous job of ratting himself and looking like a complete idiot, hadn’t he? “Is that really necessary? I mean, I think we could probably chat without you beating the shit outta me first.”

          “Cute. You think this is negotiable,” he chuckles, which is incredibly cruel, given the situation, but he sobers himself quickly enough, taking in the moment, the rather unpleasant reality of it for the other man, Casey knew what that was like, “Yanno... I’m a sucker for a pretty face. Lemme see what I can do. You gotta give me somethin’ to work with here. Somethin’ to take to Linda, make her happy. Then maybe I can fix it for you.”

“Dunno, do you? We fuck? Fight? B o t h?”

          “I think I’d remember fuckin’ a giant. Or fightin’ one for that matter. You work in these parts?” he emphasizes work in a way that implies something shady.

His eyes narrow as he crossed his arms over his chest. He had a feeling this was about ‘work’.  "Yeah?  Maybe if he had been paying me what he said he would, I would of held my tongue. Can’t blame me for taking up a better offer. He had it coming. “ Ed responds bluntly. There wasn’t any point in trying to play innocent. 

          “Wrong double cross, my guy. L sent me. And she’s not the kinda woman who takes an offense like this lightly. I’m afraid I’m gonna have to rough you up and take you in so you two can work it out.

      “–About what?”

          “About some information you gave up that should have stayed quiet. Crossing someone with the kind of power and influence you did. It’s gonna have consequences,” he says, stepping in closer, bearing down on Edwin’s personal space.