Theft
The Share
"You know, Zack was a fun guy," she states, rather out of nowhere. She proceeds to study his reaction.
There is none.
The corner of her eyebrow knits. "We went treasure-hunting when I was younger," she elaborates.
He merely blinks, and waits patiently for her to finish.
She sticks a hand into her back pocket, and retrieves a sheet of paper. "I've written down the locations of some choice steals—oops, I mean treasure, of course," she continues. "I was thinking, maybe you and I could go look for them together. I'll split the rewards with you—eighty-twenty." She ruminates on this proposition for a moment. "Actually, no, you're not really going to need the rewards, anyhow. How about ninety-ten? Sound fair?"
It sounds ridiculously unfair.
His golden silence taken as an agreement, she slaps the well-loved scrap of paper onto the bar counter, smoothing it out. "Alright! So, first, we'll head to Icicle Inn. There's this hideout I've been hearing rumors about just a few kilometers east." She beams at him.
Vincent nods his understanding.
This must be her way of saying he is a fun guy, too.
A/N: I really should be in bed right now. Why do I derive joy out of posting at ungodly hours of the night (technically day)? Whim, mayhap. In light of the fact that I'm going to be seriously sleep-deprived tomorrow, I will bid you adieu. Thank you for reading! Again, thank you for the sweet, supportive reviews! I will reply, I promise!