Wow, so I'm just going to warn you now, I never finish anything, so the chances of me finishing this story are like, zero to none. Okay. That's all. Enjoy!
- silent -
It's dark and they're alone. The moon had long ago disappeared, loathe to be witness to the exchange that took place beneath it, and part of the deal is no electricity. However, they are not entirely without vision. Dry lightning flickers energetically in the distance, but the thunder that accompanies it is solemn. It's dark and it's still and even though they stand so close, they're still alone.
Words are spoken, but no conversation takes place. It's an informal but impersonal exchange, rehearsed so many times that it has become second nature. And yet, as it ends, both leave rich, but not with money. The deal has been sealed for the hundredth time, its only witness the stars.