#thewxlfisback

Today his wife had been in town. As dedicated as he was to his work, it came no where near the level of dedication Duke had for that wondrous woman, so of course he spent the day indulging in her company. That evening they decided on a whim to see a play that had been advertised. What a terrible mistake on their behalf, and a miserable way to end her short visit. After dropping her off at the airport, he’d returned to the safehouse to distract himself with his work, but his mind was still focused on the dreadful acting and needed to vent.“I don’t know what your tastes are in theatre; maybe you like the uh… the sweat and the grunt school of acting. Me, I come to the theatre for fun, for laughs, for excitement. Tonight? Oh, brother…”He finished his drink in one swift movement, pouring himself another glass. There wasn’t enough whisky in the world to rid of him of the memory of that horrid show.

Taking his hand away for a moment, he noticed there was a fair amount of blood while he was signing. “Not really. What’s the status on the loot?”  

Oh right, he was suppose to be planning the next heist before calling a meeting. The Mastermind shook his head. “Sorry.. Lot on my mind. What can I do for ya, buddy?”

(LMAO! I probably need it, Mason. I probably do. You can’t deny the man’s legs are fine tho!)

A cough was the first response he could muster, keeping his head low and leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. He finally cleared his throat and said a raspy apology.

“Just hold on, goddammit,” she hissed. “Please.”

He let out a low groan before continuing. “Either she didn’t quite know what she was doing, or something's out of date..”