Chapter two, enjoy?
"We got a job tomorrow, 3 am, you know where to meet" he heard Doc say, he didn't even get a chance to affirm or deny, like Doc would ever allow that, his involvement before his boss hung up.
He sat back at the table with a huff,
"Work" he said in explanation, "told them I'd be away but they apparently need me tomorrow"
"What is your job?" Bina asked, his face remained impassive.
"I'm a getaway driver" Baby stated, waiting the right amount of time before chuckling. The rest, now believing it a joke, laughed along.
"I'm actually a chauffeur, do odd jobs here and there as well if work gets too slow" he explained, they swallowed the lie easily.
If only Darling could see how much better he'd gotten at deception, though still an amateur compared to her he knew.
Before conversation could resume the band started playing music, and slowly Table 19 rose on its shaky, gangly, old and forgotten legs and slowly moved to the dance floor.
Everyone apart from Baby, who took his remaining headphone out to listen to the music.
"Shouldn't you be dancing Baby?" He heard a voice from behind him ask,
"With who?" He asked Darling, who seemed perfectly comfortable crashing another's wedding, then again she'd probably crashed more than a wedding before.
"Well you want to make her jealous so she'll want you right?" She didn't receive and answer, "Me Baby, dance with me"
A dubious look crossed Baby's face,
"Don't worry, I'll explain everything to Buddy so you don't wind up dead in a ditch" she grinned, pulling up the reluctant driver from his seat, fumbling and stuffing his iPod into a pocket.
To say Baby danced awkwardly would be an understatement, he rarely danced in close proximity to anyone let along an entire group. But slowly he found the beat and danced not too shoddily with Darling. Out of the corner of his eye Baby could see Debra glaring at them, first with confusion, she'd never met Darling, and then with anger. The man she was dancing with followed her gaze, locking eyes with Baby he glared as well.
The music ended, and Baby walked out of the room with Darling.
He nodded his thanks, and Darling returned it with a smile before sauntering off.
He rolled his eyes behind his shades, he was willing to bet that she was having a third wedding to her husband Buddy.
Reluctantly making his way back into the main room he sat at the table, putting his ear buds in again as the band had stopped playing. The rest of Table 19 sat down a few minutes later, it seemed Nanny Jo was going to ask a question but was stopped by his burner phone going off again. Not bothering to leave the table this time he answered.
"Listen Baby, jobs off" he heard Doc growl, "Bats double crossed"
"Mm, maybe we should call him Rats then?" Baby muttered back, "what you want me to do about it?"
"Easy, Darling already wants his head rolling, they've invited him to their wedding" he informed, "I need you to report back to me and let me know if his head rolls or not"
"I take it they're doing it of their own accord?" Baby asked, usually he would've shied away from asking Doc too many questions, but to the mans annoyance he knew exactly how much he was worth- and how much he could get away with.
The call ended, affirming that both of them were aiming to kill Bats of their own accord.
As Doc liked to constantly say, 'why waste money on a kill that someone else has already planned?'
Truth be told he'd only said it once, but Baby had made a remix which is perhaps why it still swirled in his head.
"Miles, are you okay?" Nanny Jo asked,
"Yeah, job got...cancelled, the client...cancelled" he said, silently cursing his terrible lie, he thought he was at least a little better than Walter, but it appeared he'd gone downhill. And after that he berated himself for not leaving the table, but he'd been tired from the dancing.
Walter was frowning, and that itch that Baby has heard his name before returned.
He hoped it was nothing, the last thing he needed was dealing with one of the people Doc had conned in his spare time.
"Oh dear, how terrible" Nanny Jo said,
"How much did you lose?" Renzo asked,
"Not much" Baby said offhandedly, Renzo would probably have a fit if he knew how much money he had under the floorboards in his apartment.
Worth continuing? Constructive criticism appreciated