#v.freak

   "You here for a quick one or what? Ain't got all day."

   But he does rifle through his pockets for a cigarette and to his credit lights it with a lighter instead of his fingertip. Blowing smoke off to the side, Andrew raises a brow and gives an appraising look.

   "You look like you're in the wrong neighborhood, Lancelot."

   It's a catcall to catch the guy off guard. Looked like a cop but walked like the rest of the trash cruising the streets about now. It's a distraction at best because he needed the fifty he could get from this guy to go and buy food for the week. His sister always complained of being hungry by the time Thursdays rolled around.

   Pushing away from the fence there's a smirk to his lips.

   Wouldn't be hard to just steal the money he reasons.

   "The hell are you looking at?"

   He didn't have time to waste if this guy was a cop or one of those anti-mutant assholes. It'd only be a matter of time before his sister surfaced and if she was in foul company, well, it wouldn't be long until he'd find her.