Sky could see the spark in her eyes, and he knew he had her, hook, line and sinker. This one — she could be fun. More than most things, Sky liked fun. Especially when that fun involved lighting things on fire. Something about flames, hot and dangerous, licking at the sky, was invigorating and cathartic all at once. Smoke filling his lungs, crackling in his ears, stinging his eyes — he was bleeding into pyromaniac territory, but he was almost unapologetic.
“Alright, fucker. Oh, God, um. I probably shouldn’t call you that in uniform. Jae. Jae? Nice to meetcha, Believe me, though, that’s not what I meant by it. When I say ‘lady’, it’s with my long-smothered Jersey accent. It’s totally disrespectful, don’t worry.” The lie rolled off his tongue. It was the little things that helped Sky maintain character, maintain an incongruity that would leave people behind if they ever tried to look. Every time he said something that his brain told him was wrong, he was a little farther from home — and that was a good thing.
Before she even asked, Sky was running through his rolodex of ‘Good Place to Burn Shit’. It really said a lot about his character, that he had a whole list of places to burn things out of the eyes of cops and citizens alike, and if this Jae had any sense to her, she’d be running screaming, but she lacked sense, it seemed, and he lacked self-awareness. “I think I know a place. Alright, alright — I’m Schuyler. Sky’s fine, though, that’s what most everyone calls me. Is it really a crime? I think it might be against a couple of bylaws, but illegal, I don’t know.”
Jae was already imagining how she was going to explain this situation to Kaleb and my all calculations it wouldn’t be pretty. He was always berating her for her recklessness and if this wasn’t the most reckless thing she’d done this week she’d eat someone’s hat. That didn’t stop her from grinning widely when Sky said he knew where they could take the eyesore masquerading as a painting.
“Hi, Sky, nice to run into you.” She was too proud of her joke to accept just how lame it truly was, but she did manage to stop herself from laughing. “I’ll go get my hatchet and a coat, give me 2 minutes.” She took off without another word, grabbing matches in addition to the list she’d given him and locking the door behind her.
She returned with her grin still intact until she realized there was no way the thing would fit in her Jeep without folding it in half. “My car’s in the underground parking, but I’m not sure that’s gonna fit in it without breaking it up and I’m pretty sure the landlord would hate me if I got wood splinters on his precious smooth concrete. Could we walk to wherever the hell we’re going?”
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