Money? What money?

Never judge a working girl, Lovino hmm, is that so *Sips her own drink* you remind me of my best friend, except not horribly unfashionable- he’s a bit of a dick head too as if his boyfriends pene is up his butt 24/7…. sweet guy though *laughs*

I do? He sounds like an alright guy, at least besides the fashion thing, of course.. *takes another sip* Have you tried taking him shopping or something?

I could say the same for you, you’d never know if I’m a flytrap murder or not *joking obviously mixing them a few drinks* you’re very manerful too, I’ve had guests that just literally freeload. *comes over and sits next to him on the couch handing him his drink* so what is it you do, other that have drinks in strange women’s homes?

*raises a brow getting out her keys* alright, Don’t mind the mess, Didnt expect a sudden guest *more like theres just like random shit tossed about and undies on the couch, classy* *sort of just gathers everything up and tosses it aside before heading to the kitchen/bar* make yourself at home lovino

*gives a chuckle, not minding the mess of course since he's been around messy people before* *while she does that he kinda looks around a bit at everything, admiring various things around the room* Thank you for your hospitality as well. You're very trusting of a person you've just met.

Moving here? the town is pretty nice, my apartment complex do have a few vacant places for cheap. *walks him up the steps* What’s your poison, i have plenty of bottles to choose from.

*smirk looking him up and down* Carmen Hernandez, *hands him her little business card for her cam and call services* Feel free to tell your buddies about me. You live around here? *walks him to her apartment*

Of course I would, and what should a gorgeous woman like me call an almost as attractive man like you? My place has plenty of booz

*smiles, giving her a wink* Lovino Vargas, at your service. And what might your name be? 

*smiles limping behind the counter* What can i get for you? Tea, coffee, cake?

*smiles* Coffee and cake sounds delicious if it's not a problem.

You guess? Well, that’s no way to greet royalty. Where the fuck were you raised? Besides in the junkyard. Were you even raised there? Perhaps, under a rock of sorts?

*raises an eyebrow* You certainly don’t look like royalty to me. *snorts* And I’ll have you know I was raised by a stupid Spanish bastard.

That’s obviously because you’ve never seen true royalty before now. Feast your unworthy eyes upon me, because I just might be the last thing you see. [He snickered, bearing his sharp fangs] A… Spanish bastard? Never heard of it. Either way, you are not even equivalent to a peasant. You’re lower than that, hund. Though, you don’t smell quite like a human… what are you?

*rolls his eyes* Yeah, whatever. You don’t impress me one bit. And what the fuck do you think I am then? *frowns, crossing his arms*

*frown deepens* A "disgrace", huh? And a "lower-class vampire" to boot? How hilarious. Again, I don't care what sort of royal status you are, you're just another asshole to me. *thinks to himself* We'll just see how high and mighty you are when I take all that gold of yours.

You guess? Well, that’s no way to greet royalty. Where the fuck were you raised? Besides in the junkyard. Were you even raised there? Perhaps, under a rock of sorts?

*raises an eyebrow* You certainly don’t look like royalty to me. *snorts* And I’ll have you know I was raised by a stupid Spanish bastard.

That’s obviously because you’ve never seen true royalty before now. Feast your unworthy eyes upon me, because I just might be the last thing you see. [He snickered, bearing his sharp fangs] A… Spanish bastard? Never heard of it. Either way, you are not even equivalent to a peasant. You’re lower than that, hund. Though, you don’t smell quite like a human… what are you?

*rolls his eyes* Yeah, whatever. You don't impress me one bit. And what the fuck do you think I am then? *frowns, crossing his arms*

You guess? Well, that’s no way to greet royalty. Where the fuck were you raised? Besides in the junkyard. Were you even raised there? Perhaps, under a rock of sorts?

*raises an eyebrow* You certainly don't look like royalty to me. *snorts* And I'll have you know I was raised by a stupid Spanish bastard.

@canadian-hero

Matthew watched the other with narrowed eyes as the Italian walked away, letting out a sigh. He almost turned away, but something caught his eye about the Italian. A small bulge showed around his torso, as if he had something in a pocket. He immediately whipped back around, hurrying after the other and grabbing his arm, frowning. “Wait,” he ordered. Maybe he was going to get his wallet after all.

The Italian scowled at Matthew, annoyed that this was dragging on longer than he had initially thought. “What is it this time?” he asked, annoyance practically dripping from his words. Though, in the back of his mind, the thief was panicking; his mind was racing for what the cop could have stopped him for this time.

Matthew reached up, patting the other man’s chest with a blank expression on his face, though he raised and eyebrow, his gaze moving from his hand and up to the Italian’s eyes as he found the object he had spied earlier, “Oh, so you had another pocket?” He gave a grin, closing his eyes and moving his hand off the other’s chest, flipping it over and holding it out, flexing his fingers to motion to the other to pull out what was in the pocket, though he kept his grip on the other’s arm to make sure he didn’t flee.

Lovino scowled, a light blush spreading across his cheeks as Matthew placed his hand on his chest. He tried once more, in vain, to wrench his arm free, but the other's grip was far too strong and unwavering. "And what if I did?" he replied. "I'm not giving you whatever's inside it. Hell, I don't even remember what I put in there in the first place." The Italian was lying, of course; he had placed the other's wallet in that hidden breast pocket, hoping the cop wouldn't find it.