Wrong Time, Right Place
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Falco
It's raining. Not pouring. Barely more than a drizzle. I pull my hood over my head as I walk through the streets. My phone starts ringing again. I already told them I was on my way, but I pick it up anyway.
"Hello?" I answer, as if I don't know who it is.
"Falco," Fox says, just like I knew he would, "How long does it take you to pick up Slippy's crap?" I hear Slippy make a sort of squeal in the background
I laugh. "Calm down," I tell him, "It took the guy a while to find Slippy's order. He bought a ton of new stuff, and this bag ain't filled with feathers."
"You would know," he answers.
"Har har, I'm a bird," I say, "Why don't you stuff that fluffy tail of yours into the car and come pick me up so I don't have to lug this shit through town."
"Alright, alright," he says, "Where are you anyway? Get inside, it's raining."
"Way ahead of you," I say as I push open a door, "I'm in the bar on the corner of 26th and Loyd."
"A bar?" He asks, "Already?"
"You were the one who told me to get inside," I laugh.
He sighs. What's he worried about? I'm only going to be here for twenty minutes at the most. "I'm on my way," he says. The line cuts off. I sit on the stool. I flip the hood of my sweatshirt off and put the bag by my feet.
The bartender nods at me. "What'll ya have?" He asks.
"I'm just waiting for someone," I say. If I start now I won't leave when Fox gets here, and I'm not the easiest person to manage.
He glares at me. Great. I already know what he's going to say. "Buy something or get out."
I meet his glare with smile. "I'll have a glass of water," I reply in my cocky tone, "Don't forget the lemon."
Katt
Katt Monroe, you're a stupid little girl. You screwed yourself over once again. Will you ever learn? I guess after all this time you're just a lost cause. Just keep running.
No way! I can take this guy! He doesn't know who he's dealing with. I went to military school! I could just turn around right now and kick his ass.
But you'll keep running like you always do. Stop doing things that you know will end badly. Look, at least get inside, he won't kill you in there. Why do you do this to yourself? Aren't you smarter than that? Didn't your parents teach you to make good decisions?
My parents? Ha! That's a good one. I only had a few good friends I could count on, and they could be on another planet for all I know. Great, that place is open. Not much further.
Falco
The bartender slides my glass down the counter. It has one of those toothpick umbrellas in it. Is that some sort of a joke? I nod at the guy and take a sip. It's really raining out now. Sheesh, Fox, how long is this gonna take?
Fox
Loyd… Loyd… L- Here we go.
That took longer than I'd hoped. I follow 26th Street and park when it intersects with Loyd. I open the car door and immediately put one foot into a puddle. Great. I stumble up onto the sidewalk and shake off my foot, which is now soaked from the ankle down. Aw man… now my shoe's full of water and it's gunna squish when I walk and-
BAM!
Someone runs past and slams into my shoulder, knocking me off my feet. I don't even get a chance to see who it was before someone else trips over me.
"What da fuck are ya doin?" He yells, with particular stress on the swear.
I shake my head and look up. A disheveled "Huh?" is all I can manage.
I watch him get up and glance around quickly. Suddenly he yanks me to my feet. "Which way d'she go?"
I easily brush him off my shoulders. But before I can answer a chorus of what sounds like shattering dishes rings out from the bar. We both immediately dash for the door.
"Falco…" I mumble.
Falco
Alright that's it, Fox. It's been way over 20 minutes. You can find your way around Goddamn Sector X but you can't follow street signs in your own city?
I pay the bartender without saying a word, and even toss in a few extra bucks just for being an ass.
I bump into a waitress on the way out, but luckily she regains her balance and doesn't drop the large tray of beverages she's carrying. Phew, that would've been a mess.
But someone bursts in through the door and body slams right into me. Then I fly back, right into the waitress. Tell me you didn't see this coming.
Katt
I scramble to my feet, spewing out a whole ton of OhgodOhgodI'msosorry's while one of the soaked victims scurries off to get towels. I wipe the soda from my eyes and try to help the other to his feet.
I stop. He does too. Why is he always around when someone wants to kick my ass? It's like universe wants to givehim reasons to ridicule me.
You idiot, say something already!
A small smirk appears on his face, and somehow that relaxes me. Until, of course, the door flies open once again. Nowhere else to run…
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Writing in the present tense is hard hahah… hah… right.
Eww lots of people switching and awkward transitions. Also Katt needs to stop talking to herself.
Originally meant for a one shot, but I'm just going to make it two chapters so I can put more POVs in without confusing myself and you.
Thanks for reading(: