#ryan:threads

He ducked behind a car, not wanting them to notice him watching them. When he peeked up over the car, he saw Ellis driving off, leaving the guy walking back toward him. He tried to avoid running into him, but he tripped over the curb and fell onto the sidewalk, directly in front of Sutton’s feet.

“Fuck!”

Ryan grinned sharply at the insult. “Clever. You come up with that one all by yourself?” he asked, not moving from where he was standing. “You’re out here crying in front of everyone. Do that shit in your own house, unless you’re looking for attention, in which case you can’t complain about me giving you some, sweetheart.”

Hanging out by the roller coaster making bets with himself to see how many people would blow chunks, Ryan caught sight of the blonde beauty and something about her caught his eye. Not just the sexy outfit, but the person herself. He knew her . . . didn’t he?

“Hey sexy mama,” he called out to her, feeling emboldened by the full face mask he wore. “Where you off to?” If he didn’t know her, maybe he could still make a little money today.

“Why the fuck would I be stalking you? I’m just walking here,” Ryan said, though he stopped when he saw who it was that had called out to him. “Oh. It’s you.” He snorted softly. “You really think I’m out here stalking you? You’ve got a pretty big head. Not everything is about you, you know.”

He ended up wandering the familiar streets of Faerune, used to how they looked after dark. When he saw someone out of the corner of his eye, he thought he was seeing things for a moment before he took another look and recognition hit him.

“Thatcher? Hey! Thatch! Is that you?” he called, jogging over to see if he was right.