"Yeah, but good luck gettin anyone to talk. you got spunk, i’ll give you that, but you ain’t got the right kind of attitude." He advised her, a smile starting to tug the corners of his mouth.
Shit. he likes this kid. There’s something about her that puts him in mind of cops or feds, something upright. Maybe it’s the way she’s backtalking him like she doesn’t give a shit who he is; cops and feds are good at pretending they aren’t impressed by his long list of crimes.
"Tone down the kickin ass and takin names schtick. Say you’re lookin for him ‘cause he worked a job with ya and he ran out with your share. don’t go takin that picture around like you lost your your puppy or your daddy went to get cigarettes and never came back. It’s sad and no one cares. But say he made off with the money? Type’a people’ll know where he is, they’ll care about that.
"and baby? Really work that underage angle. Get them perverts pantin after ya,they’ll do anything to get a sniff." He’s only partly serious about that; mostly he’s yanking her chain to see if he can get a rise out of her.
her body angles forward, because he's shooting at her ego and the only thing that eases her fire is her gut judgment --- the one that tells her that this guy's crooked. to the bone. not that some of the advice's half bad, anyway. but she doesn't plan on letting him know that she's even remotely interested in his f e e d b a c k .
❛ no one? care? you sure? ooh. well, they've never seen my puppy eyes.
the UNDERAGE ANGLE'S not new knowledge, my friend. exploiting society's more sleazy facets to an advantage is amateur.
as for 'kickin' ass and takin' names', i'm plenty MACHIAVELLIAN to make up for a lack of miami vice-inspired skill sets.
my advice to you, don't let a girl know this early that you're a CON MAN. though i can't blame ya for your carelessness --- all i've got are big words gumption, and a lack of height, am i right?
new york's my new playground, but this is your home, CHIEF. you should learn to be more careful about scoping out the players. ❜