i reach out to my lifeline, the angels laugh in paradise
El watched George pull out some gold seemingly from nowhere and grin at them, winking. Their mouth opened in shock, then quickly closed, and they felt a little flame of indignation at his brazen cockiness. Then he, a complete stranger, called them a little pet name before introducing himself. It was quite the nerve, in El's opinion. A jumbled mixture of intrigue, shock, defensiveness, and, honestly, a small bit of attraction was tumbling around in El's stomach.
"Hawke," they introduced themselves, figuring that's the way it went in these circles; George was likely not his real name. "You from around here?" El had never seen him before; if he was from here, he had been competing with El this whole time, in a way. Or, perhaps, he was a potential ally. El wanted to know for sure, but couldn't quite yet. They glanced around for any sign of the person whose purse they'd broken, though they were quite a ways away now from that open bar area.
"Hawke," they introduced themselves, figuring that's the way it went in these circles; George was likely not his real name. "You from around here?" El had never seen him before; if he was from here, he had been competing with El this whole time, in a way. Or, perhaps, he was a potential ally. El wanted to know for sure, but couldn't quite yet. They glanced around for any sign of the person whose purse they'd broken, though they were quite a ways away now from that open bar area.
they say i am my own lifeline
ELEFTHERIA
