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[oldmancreed]

Creed stomps in from the back door, shoving snow off his shoulder. He makes a beeline for the bar and orders a beer. A really big one. Afterward, he randomly picks a chair and sits down in a huff.

Someone's having a bad day.

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[angry_friendship_wolf]

Well, that bad mood is just impossible to miss, especially since Yamato is sat rather close to the chair Creed is currently huffing into.

"Who the fuck pissed in your coffee?" He mutters by way of greeting, arching an eyebrow.

[oldmancreed]

Oh, look. Someone who speaks his language.

"People who don't pay what they owe."

[angry_friendship_wolf]

Yamato usually finds himself moderating his language a little here. It feels nice to just swear like a sailor.

"Money, or is this some other kind of debt?"

[oldmancreed]

People are overly offended about language, in his opinion.

"Money, in this case. Might end up being more than that when I get a hold of him."

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"If you get a hold of him. He might get away," Yamato says. "And I'm kinda rooting for him. A little bit anyway."

People who leave debts unpaid don't rate very highly in Yamato's books, but in fairness it probably took some balls to screw Angry Beer Man over here out of payment.

[oldmancreed]

"They never get away."

He takes a sip of beer and shrugs.

"Don't need your approval."

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"Everyone fails eventually. Who knows, maybe it's your turn."

Yamato throws a wry smile over at the man, arching an eyebrow. "Approval doesn't factor into it. I'm just rooting for the underdog. At the very least, I hope you can recoup your losses, though."

[oldmancreed]

"Done my failing. Got over it a long time ago."

He snorts. At least the kid knows who the underdog is.

"Oh, I'll recoup my losses and then some."

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"There's always new and exciting ways to fail."

He gives the man a sidelong look, but doesn't ask what the 'then some' is. He can figure it out, this is decidedly not a complex equation.

"What'd you do for him anyway?"

[oldmancreed]

"Maybe for most people."

Creed returns the look with a bit of amusement.

"Hired to kill a guy. He killed himself first."

Which is so not his problem. He did his work up until he couldn't. He gets paid for that.

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"Huh."

Well, Yamato rather figured it was something like that.

"I can see why there'd be a pay dispute, at least. Still think the client should pay up, but I get why he wouldn't. You didn't do the job in the end, after all."

[oldmancreed]

"More to killing someone than putting a gun to their head. Gotta research, travel, do surveillance. I put my work in."

He's actually pretty proud of his work. He doesn't half-ass any of it.

"He owes me."

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"Guess that's what he gets for ordering a bespoke artisanal murder," Yamato says. "You know what some people are like, though. If they don't see the end product, it doesn't matter to them how much work went into it."

Itemised invoices may be the way to go in the Murder Industry.

[abyssum_invocat]

Sinthia, unlike Victor, is not in a terrible mood at all; on the contrary, she's relatively calm, only vaguely listening in to the thoughts floating around her. And she has a small distraction to hand in the form of the bottlecap from the beer next to her elbow.

The bar provided it, and it's now tumbling over and over in midair, stretching and folding back into itself in nonsense shapes. She still notices him, though.

"Hello Victor."

[oldmancreed]

There's a smile for her.

"Hey, Sin. What trouble you been up to?"

[abyssum_invocat]

"I left Sarajevo. Alone," she says, after a long pause and a faint furrow between her brows. She looks no different really, the unnatural serenity still wraps around her like a blanket.

It's fairly clear there are still things to work out with that decision. Hence the beer for her. "I don't like that name."

[oldmancreed]

"What was the other option?"

He think s about her later comment for a few moments.

"Your name. 'Spose I could just stick with darling."

[abyssum_invocat]

"Staying," she replies somewhat unhelpfully. "With the handlers and strike operatives and everyone else." With HYDRA, essentially.

Her thumbnail flicks the loose corner of the bottle's paper label, curling it up as her mouth shifts when he mentions the nickname. "No, Sinthia is alright. Just not Sin. That's what they called me." On the occasion they called her any name in particular.

[oldmancreed]

"Being on your own ain't so bad."

He'd sort of done the same thing, eventually.

Huh.

"Sinthia. I'll try my best."

[abyssum_invocat]

"I can survive on my own. It just...feels strange." Feels lonely, and confusing, and frightening. Alone, everyone can be a threat.


"Thank you." She sighs softly. "I don't know how long to stay."

[oldmancreed]

"Yeah," he replies thoughtfully. "I know the feeling."

Especially when Jimmy left.

"Stay here? As long as you want."

[abyssum_invocat]

"I don't think staying here will help," she says. She doesn't really know if anything will help.

She almost asks who Jimmy is--because she's been listening, of course--but doesn't. "What had you upset before?"

[oldmancreed]

"Can still relax for a while before going back out."

He'd appreciate that. Telepaths aren't his favourites.

"Someone didn't pay what they owe me."

[abyssum_invocat]

She lifts her brows in question. "What did they owe you?"

[oldmancreed]

"A hell of a lot of money."