RIGBY
Rigby gave a lanky shrug at her comment on the drink. If he'd been suspicious of an attempt on his life he definitely wouldn't have drunk any of it. He just didn't want to be drunk. As a thief he was fully aware that it was easier to steal off of the intoxicated, he just didn't want to be that sorry fuck tonight.
But for some reason he obliged her, maybe because he liked the challenge, and or maybe because for once he thought he might relax a little.
She was happy, very happy. Goddammit this was going against every instinct in his body. But he played his cards and sipped some more, recoiling from the drink and returning to it again. He won the hand and asked for his ring, deciding that this was far enough. Once he had it he had no further reason to be here, he could slip away with minimal damage having occurred. But no, he watched with the expression of a dog who'd lost his treat as she pulled the hand with the ring out of his sights.
He screwed up his nose at her words, this talk of a deal. He'd never been one for honesty or promises or any of that. If he had indeed "made a deal" he probably wasn't paying any attention, he'd planned on voiding it anyway. But since she was being so difficult and there was no easy way of snatching the thing just yet without getting that familiar knife pressed to his throat, he just glared her way and rolled his shoulders.
"Fine. What's your favorite color?" he snorted.
But for some reason he obliged her, maybe because he liked the challenge, and or maybe because for once he thought he might relax a little.
She was happy, very happy. Goddammit this was going against every instinct in his body. But he played his cards and sipped some more, recoiling from the drink and returning to it again. He won the hand and asked for his ring, deciding that this was far enough. Once he had it he had no further reason to be here, he could slip away with minimal damage having occurred. But no, he watched with the expression of a dog who'd lost his treat as she pulled the hand with the ring out of his sights.
He screwed up his nose at her words, this talk of a deal. He'd never been one for honesty or promises or any of that. If he had indeed "made a deal" he probably wasn't paying any attention, he'd planned on voiding it anyway. But since she was being so difficult and there was no easy way of snatching the thing just yet without getting that familiar knife pressed to his throat, he just glared her way and rolled his shoulders.
"Fine. What's your favorite color?" he snorted.
when i grow up i wanna be
nothing at all
nothing at all
