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@lucaspratts
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"My hero." Hannah announced letting her hand return to her side, and offering Lucas a kind smile.
He waits until the man’s silhouette has completely disappeared down the street before he turns around, his tough as nails act dissolving and his brown eyes turning soft and kind as he studies her briefly for any signs of injury. “That’s me,” He chirped, a humble smile gracing his lips, “Your knight in a red hoodie.”
"You’re welcome." Silver was splitting a bagel for herself, keeping it plain with just cream cheese. "You always make me feel better about my eating habits."
"What's wrong with my eating habits?" Maybe he should have asked what wasn't wrong with his eating habits because now that he thought of it, Lucas couldn't remember the last time he ate something that wasn't fried.
Silver smiled, throwing a paper bag at Cas. “I got you two, I didn’t know how hungry you’d be.”
He caught the bag, tore it open, grabbed one of the sandwiches and took a bite. "Oh my god," He moaned fondly, "This is the best. You're the best. Sausages are the best."
"I’m not a therapist, Cas." JJ laughed at Cas’ warped view of his job. "But some do like banter before hand. That’s all. What’s with the curiosity anyway?"
Lucas shrugged his shoulders, whether JJ was a therapist or not could be left up for discussion based on how you looked at what kind of therapy he offered his clients who paid to see him. "I have a curious mind."
Hannah felt the grip on her arm fall loose, and took the opportunity to tug her arm away. With both men staring at each other in what looked like a game of chicken to see who’d swing first, her hand slowly started making it’s way into her bag…Ready for whatever the outcome may be.
Lucas and the man held each others gaze, he didn't know if he was being all that intimidating. He wasn't built like Robbie, muscles and abs in all the right places. Lucas was skin and bone, cuts and scrapes on his elbows and knees from clumsy tumbles and running too fast. Luck or God must have been on his side because the man shook his head, muttering something under his breath before turning and retreating down the street.
"Breakfast!" Silver yelled it out at the front door, shoving it onto the table before taking her gun out of the holster and pulling her jacket off. "I got the bagels and croissants from the good place when my shift was over."
"What about the sausage buttie?" He pouted, everyone always forgot about his sausage buttie.
"Sorry. Don’t think we’ve ever met." Maggie responded cryptically. She never knew how to deal when she encountered old clients but brushing it off seemed like the best option. At least, he didn’t seem aggressive.
"That guy giving you trouble?"
"Not all of them. Some just need the company."
"So what you just sit and talk?"
"Oh they have. But they’re not clients I service. Does it stun you to know I have boundaries?"
"I'm more stunned to know you have standards than boundaries. I thought all your clients would be horny housewives wanting to live out a pool boy or gardener fantasy."
"One day, we’re going to talk about what I actually do and how gags and chains are completely not involved." JJ chuckled, gesturing for Cas to come in. "There’s no one here."
"You mean a client has never wanted Fifty Shades of JJ?"
"Hasn’t anyone ever told you it’s rude to put your hands on a girl?" Hannah looked down at the hand gripping her arm.
Lucas put his arm around the man's shoulder, drumming his finger against his lips while the man stared at him in confusion, he clearly had no idea who Lucas was and what ever wise ass comment he was going to say in return to the petite blonde haired girl had clearly been forgotten. The poor bastard couldn't have look more dumb founded if he tried.
"This is the part where you leave while you can." He said to the man, narrowing his eyes and using the intimidation skills Robbie often used on him when he caught him playing his xbox.
JJ heard a knock on his door, furrowing his brow. He hadn’t been expecting anyone, he’d just gotten back from an escort job and was looking forward to a break. Still, he called out, “It’s open, come on in.”
Lucas poked his head around the door, peering out of one eye in case he was entertaining a client or a group of them. He might of extended an invitation for Lucas to come inside, but that didn't mean he didn't have company. He was an escort after all, people in his line of work weren't known for their modesty and shyness.
"Is it safe? Are the ball gags and chains away?"
"Shut up. Don’t want to hear it. Be glad I’m not the bride."
"Woah, you in a white dress."
"You look good. But you might want to fix that button." Mary placed the empty glass down and flashed a half grin at her new companion. "Allow me."
Lucas made no attempt to stop Mary from fixing the button on his shirt, it reminded him of when his mother would do it to him on a Sunday morning before Church.
"Thanks Mrs D, you look incredible. Mr D is a lucky guy."
"Poor guy."
"We're all going to pay our respects to our fallen friend."
"Do I get a clue about where you’re going?"
"A funeral. John Darling's. It's his last day as a free man."
"Cas? No way, that can’t be you." Sadie teased, laughing softly.
"It is me. In all my black and white, some what itchy, formal glory."
