𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒂𝒔 𝒆𝒎 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 bustling bars packed to the brim with strangers galore , she really wasn’t feeling it tonight . instead , anyone who dared to approach her simply got a scornful stare which was enough to drive them all away . it gets to a point where fresh air really sounded good and so she makes her way outside , drink in hand and leaning against the wall . drinking in the crisp air and peaceful ambience . she’s almost unaware that she has company until that regretfully familiar voice is the only sound she hears . after all , it was impossible not to remember a guy who has swindled her out of her cash . “ sorry for being here ? sorry for stealing from me ? sorry for what exactly ? ” she wonders calmly , not particularly mad at him , more disappointed than anything . let down that he hadn’t simply asked for the cash as opposed to stealing it from her .
to be honest, fiore is actually surprised by her reaction. he’s never been caught before, but he’s sure that anyone else would result to screaming at him, getting even, maybe even beating him up to teach him a lesson. he’s expecting many things from her, his number one expectation being her spilling her drink all over him. however, it’s her rather calm demeanor that actually makes him feel crappy about what he did. that’s very unlike him. he usually takes as much as he can, no regrets, just using the most of his ability to manipulate things to his own advantage, so why does he actually feel guilty about it this time? it’s going to sound like a masochist thing to say, but fiore is sure he would much rather get beat up or yelled at rather than this. he knows there’s really no point in lying, so he might as well just tell her. “okay look, yes, i stole from you. and yes, that was a pretty shitty thing to do, but i can’t really take it back now. the only thing i can do is tell you i’m sorry. you gotta do what you gotta do.” really fiore? wow. he sighs, “there’s really nothing i can do to make it up to you, but i needed the money, and i know it was wrong and conniving and selfish but the truth is that i’m really not a good person.” and he’s not lying either. he knows he’s trash and he knows he’s done lots of shameful, petty things, but he does what he does to survive. there’s no excuse for it, but as fiore always says, it is what it is. he pulls out a joint from the pocket of his shirt, puts it between his lips and lights it. “that’s... really all i have to say for my defense. that i’m a no good, scamming italian fuck ass. you probably don’t even wanna see me, so i’ll just...”
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