make your own rules

“Lunch?” Liliana repeated slowly before a little smile drifted onto her lips and she gave a nod. “If you are certain, that’d be nice.” She admitted, biting her lower lip for a moment. “I need to go back home first though if you don’t mind that. I have a few things to do first.” She’d rushed in and out so fast that she’d not had the chance to get them done before. “We could meet in say… half an hour or so?”

“I don’t see why not, unless you have an objection?” he chuckled. “Oh yeah that’s fine. I don’t mind waiting outside if you want? Like I can drive you over there and stay in the car. Mine should be parked outside the station since they said they picked it up from where I got arrested.”

“Just one, I can give you a whole list.” Flynn scoffed looking at his cousin with a shake of his head, “You know I find it very sad that you trust my abilities so little and anyways, if I do mess up, it’ll be nothing compared to when you fuck up. You tend to go big or go home, which is unfortunate for me.”

“A whole list? What would you write it on? A post-it note?” he continued to poke fun with a grin on his lips. “Ouch– that was a low blow man.”

“You’re causing a disturbance, which is unnecessary. People actually have a reason to be here and get things done, they don’t need you bothering them.” Adam retorted. 

“Woah, woah, woah– a disturbance? That’s hurtful man,” Tucker replied with a little pout.

“There’s only one way to find out.”

“Thank you,” Scarlett said with a grin, “So Tucker, how’ve you been?”

tucker west

“You do realize this is a high class space, right?” He questioned, harsh judgement in his tone. “If you’re going to act like that, you will have to leave.” Eyes looked over the person, frustration increasing with how they were acting in such a place. 

“Hey man, it’s not my fault I’m having more fun than you,” he replied simply with a smug shrug.

“Don’t worry, I can hear you, I’m well aware that you’re telling me this is a bad idea- I’m just saying that I’m going to go through with it anyways.” Flynn commented, looking to the other. “Things do tend to work out in my favour after all.” He lied, not that the other needed to know that.

“Name one time that shit’s worked out in your favor,” Tucker taunted the other, rolling his eyes at him. “I don’t see this working out in any universe, but have at it. I can have a good laugh at you when you inevitably mess it up.”

“It’s called bluffing. I’m definitely rubbish at Scrabble.”

“Well I doubt I’ll be one of them. Unless I’m with a group of people and they order for me but you’ll never hear a crazy cocktail order coming from me directly.”

It was Liliana’s turn to look a little unsure. “Well… I had thought so…” Though she couldn’t speak for Tucker but why else would he have taken her under his wing? Right now probably wasn’t the best time to dwell on it though. When he exited the cell, she nodded her head in acceptance. “You’re welcome. As I said, I couldn’t leave you behind.” 

Tucker’s instinct was to thank her again, but he’d already been doing so much of that. Pretending to shrug it off, Tucker tried to think of a way to thank her without echoing the same two words. “Hey, can I treat you to like a late lunch or something? I feel like it’s the least I can do after you– you know. Bailed me out of jail and all that.”

“Then why’d you agree to play?” Pietro asked curiously, “It might even the playing field anyway, I’m rubbish at it.”

“You can unless you can’t handle your drink,” Scarlett replied with a challenging raise of her brow, “When do I order anything else, Tucker?”

The shock in the mans voice caught Liliana a little off guard. She’d like to have thought that it wasn’t as big a thing as Tucker was making out and that anyone would have done it but he was leading her to believe that wasn’t the case. Her expression turned to one of soft seriousness. “Because that’s what friends do; they help one another.” Liliana spoke simply, moving away from the cell so that the guard could get there. “And I don’t like seeing you punished for something you didn’t do. I wouldn’t just leave you here.”

“We’re friends?” he couldn’t help but let a smirk tilt his lips upwards. As the guard moved to the cell to open it, Tucker looked to her for a moment longer before letting his gaze reach the floor. The door was slid open and he walked out a free man. “I seriously can’t thank you enough, Lil. Who knew you’d be doing a jail break today?” Tucker teased softly.

“You know to tell you the truth I actually had lost my keys like a long time ago… About a month after I got the car. Haven’t found them since but thankfully I don’t need them.” Aladdin answered with a small shrug with a smile of disbelief. “About your other question though… Come on, man. I do really look like a thief to you?”

“Seriously? That’s... crazy. You know you can ask your dealership for a new set right?” he pointed out to the other. “Not necessarily but you should never judge a book by its cover. I mean murders look like everyday people too so I’d say your logic’s a little flawed.”

“Are you sure you wanna do this?” Pietro asked, raising his brow in a challenging manner, “I’m really good at this.”

“Well you look like you could use a drink,” Scarlett replied with a laugh, “I was going to order a really complicated and unique cocktail but I’ll just take a beer,” She teased.