Out-thieving A Thief (1940′s AU)
@sparklymasterthief
A red 3 ball practically kissing the edge of the yellow-stripped 9 ball. Qrow took a sip from his stout glass of brandy, his eyes continuing to rest on and analyze the set-up before him. He set the glass down, drawing the stubby cigarette back to his lips and taking a relaxed puff. Leaving it resting at the corner of his mouth, he leans down to start lining up the cue ball to skim the edge of the red 3.Â
His focus unbreaking, he ignored the dark-skinned, green-haired woman leaning against the wall on his peripheral.











