i reach out to my lifeline, the angels laugh in paradise
It seemed that George was interested in stealing more, which El was fine with. They tended not to take much as George seemed to be used to, but they could up the ante a little, they supposed. It might be fun, it might be dangerous. El didn't mind. Maybe, if they took enough money, they could buy themself a boat or something and save themself the trouble of chartering transportation off this Godsforsaken island.
They scanned the bar with their eyes, looking for a suitable target. Many in here were drunk already, as it was rather late in the night, but only one patron stood out to El. A man sitting alone, making eyes at a barmaid as if she had any interest in him. Well, perhaps she did, if she noticed the heavy purse hanging from his belt. If El got their way, he wouldn't have it for long.
"That one," they said, nodding over at the man, and when they looked at George, it seemed he was interested in the same target. "I'll pick up the purse if you provide some distraction?" They would rather be the one making off with the money, naturally. Though they wouldn't leave George without a fair share of the pot, they couldn't be sure he would do the same.
They scanned the bar with their eyes, looking for a suitable target. Many in here were drunk already, as it was rather late in the night, but only one patron stood out to El. A man sitting alone, making eyes at a barmaid as if she had any interest in him. Well, perhaps she did, if she noticed the heavy purse hanging from his belt. If El got their way, he wouldn't have it for long.
"That one," they said, nodding over at the man, and when they looked at George, it seemed he was interested in the same target. "I'll pick up the purse if you provide some distraction?" They would rather be the one making off with the money, naturally. Though they wouldn't leave George without a fair share of the pot, they couldn't be sure he would do the same.
they say i am my own lifeline
ELEFTHERIA
