You know you want it

Time was anyone actually caring for her would have given her an ick of such massive proposrtions Kit would've immediately disappeared from their lives. But now, not so much. Not where Lenny was concerned.

He might be a touch on the shady side himself, but she trusted him. And he'd come all the way out here. So that showed something - at least enough to now fill him in on the rest of the plan.

His chin almost dropped. “Twenty percent? Are you crazy?” Of course she wasn’t; usually Kit knew exactly what she was doing; she was calculating, knew her way around. Street-smart. Still. Lenny shook his head. “That doesn’t sound like freedom to me, Kit.” He turned to glance over his shoulder, seeing if someone was listening in on them, then he leaned forward, lowering his voice. “You wanna leave the city, don’t you?” His eyes narrowed as he was studying Kit. “The country?”

Mystery/Detective themed starters: ACCEPTING

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"What are you the fucking Riddler? Why are you hitting me with this namby-pamby, Shakespearean bullshit right now? Besides, if I were you it wouldn't be my blood I'd be worrying about right now," tut the detective, stealing a huff from the cigarette wedged between his lips.

"Shady guys searching for me isn't exactly news....it's been a constant for the last twenty or so years babe" she told him seriously. But her expression soon changed and a slow, sly grin, began to form.

“Wait. Wait, wait—” Lenny shook his head, hand risen. She didn’t see the issue, did she? “Those guys looking for you now? They’re really nasty, Kit. Really, fucking nasty.” Lenny really didn’t want to dampen the mood, especially after finally seeing Kit again after what had felt like an eternity. But they had to be realistic.

One moment he was holding a drink in his hands - the next they were empty. Lenny wanted to protest, but closed his mouth again instead. Let him have it. He probably needed the drink more than he did, considering the look on Richard’s face. What he had seen must have been really tough shit. He turned and followed his friend back into the kitchen, then the living room. Hands akimbo, he stood in front of him, studying Richard.

“Some deal gone wrong.” Lenny shrugged his shoulders. How many times did that happen in this shithole of a city? Deals going wrong. Money not being returned. Get together with the wrong people, and you’re dead. “How did you get the clip?”

“Aye. Sure. Deals go wrong all the time in this place, I know tha’, but wha’ sorta’ deal would go tha’ wrong tha’ it could cost a man tha’ much pain? If this was drug related, why didn’t the dealer just shoot the man point blank, like the rest of the deals gone wrong?” No. This was more. Much more. Richard didn’t have enough evidence to back it up, but something told him it had to do with the mysterious serial killings that had been taking place for the past two months.

He made her laugh and she did not spend enough time doing that for real.

Right now though, when he told her she wasn't going to like what he had to tell her, she did not feel like laughing.

His hands moved up defensively. “Hey! Calm down. I didn’t say anything about the money. I got it!” Though he wasn’t stupid enough to bring it to this bar. “The bad news are, that people are asking about you. There are some shady guys in the area searching for you.”

Lenny wanted a hug. Hugs weren't her thing. Well, they weren't usually. But this was Lenny and they'd been close. Very close. The closest in fact. So perhaps a hug was.....fitting. And nobody was looking, right? She took a quick glance around, just to check on that and then moved into him, one arm sliding around his waist while the other held onto her drink, a semi-hug acheived which really was the best anyone could expect out of someone like her.

He slid onto the seat, out of sight for everyone, hands on the table. Studying Kit. “Well, if you want to know, you look good. For—for someone on the run.” A small, awkward smile was curving his lips for a brief moment. “Kit – I got some new, and you’re not gonna like them.”

One dive bar was as good as any other, as long as it was dark and they didn't ask for ID. Kit ordered a double vodka on the rocks, paid with a ten and took the glass to booth right over the far corner, just as Lenny had told her. Honestly, there was a little bit of surprise he was already there, even though he'd promised he would be.