"Marko. You’re like forty."
"Excuse you. Thirty. And Disney doesn’t discriminate so you shouldn’t too.”
"…Did you just quote a Disney movie to me?"
"Edie. Disney is always relevant."
"Did I just see a little girl run by here?"
"Yes. Probably. Did you see where she went?"
"I’ll just take one of whatever’s cheapest." At this point, Reese didn’t care what he was drinking. It had been eighteen months dry, and that was more than enough time for him.
Marko stopped at the bar, putting Hazel down who immediately ran towards the back room where she’d spot her mom retreating to. He’d attempt to call out if seeing the seedy back side of a trusted old bar was the least terrifying thing she could be walking into. His attention now wandering until he’d caught wind of a familiar face. “Hey, my foxy thieving buddy. Celebrating something?”
Leila looked up, not expecting the company. She shrugged, "… at this rate, probably not."
"Oh come on, you won’t know unless you try."
Vaeda nodded, keeping her eye on Hazel too. Kids were her weak spot, she liked their innocence, it was the kind that she tried to mimic. But it was hard to keep it when she was in a situation that she was in.
"I don’t know. I think he knows. I’m hoping he does." Vaeda didn’t think that Hook would truly be out of the loop. "I don’t know what he’s waiting for. Hell, he might not even be worried. I mean… it’s not like, well, you know. It’s not like we didn’t start it." Vaeda gave Marko a tight smile. "I’ll be careful. Angel is normally busy but I’ll be good. Promise."
Knowing James, he’d probably be working on something on the side he just wasn’t privy too. His face grew pensive as he thought about it more, eyes averting from Hazel back to Vaeda at the sudden grip of concern shook him out of his reverie. “Hey,” he whispered softly, getting up on his feet and pressing a light kiss on the top of her head. “If he’s not worried, then we’ve got nothing to worry about. We’ll be fine.” An easier smile glossed over his lips at her next words, his head nodding along. “Pinky promise?”
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"Nine would love a train built out of cars." Plato switched the channel, eyes lighting up when he saw Christopher Eccleston on the screen. "They should bring Nine back."
“My gut tells me its highly more likely that you will if you don’t give it back, Fox.” There wasn’t an ounce of annoyance in his threat, only the promise that someone would indeed be hurt before the night ends if he wasn’t pacified.
"What’s the point?"
“Sometimes it helps to let those feelings out – keeping it in might hurt more. You know what they say: Let it go, let it go, can’t hold them back anymore! Let it go, let it go, turn away and slam the door. I’m not sure if the last part’s relevant.”