CONFIDENCE MAN.

I'm a confidence man. I give people confidence, they give me their money.

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knxckhisassout:

‘ don’t show up with them in a bind and i won’t have to. ‘

   a glass of the amber liquid is pushed to his side of the table, upending a box of paper clips on its way. blue eyes darken in a squint.

         ‘ can i assume i would be the aforementioned muscle? or am i by some miracle not related at all to this scheme? ‘

          ‘  one hundred percent MUSCLE. and you’re pretty -- it’s a good distraction.  ‘

     who said flattery gets you nowhere? he downs the booze in one go and fiddles with a spare paperclip. if she wasn’t miss hey-you-get-out-of-my-plane, he wouldn’t be here, but since she is and he is -- screw it. 

          ‘  it’s a few hours of your time and fifty grand in cash if you’re in.  ‘

this is where joey is the softer target: money is always a man’s weakness. 

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ruinaa:

          she’s tired of working these late night shifts. the tips are shit and the place is empty more often than not but, when she thinks of one of the other girls here all on their own, she likes that even less. still, everything feels slow, dragging, and she’s more than a little surprised to see someone else walk in at this time of night. usually, it’s just the usuals. 

          “yeah, sure.” she slides an empty mug down the counter toward him and follows after with the coffee pot. “you want anything else?”

                    ‘  no.  ‘

as an after thought:  ‘  thanks.  ‘  he HATES new york city these days; vince has ruined it for him, ruined PANCAKES on fifth and eddy throwing baseballs at birds in central. he’s ruined coffee in shitty diners with pretty waitresses. he’s ruined money. how does somebody ruin money? marius watches her for a second and pulls the card deck out his pocket. he’s bored. 

         ‘  you wanna see a magic trick?  ‘

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@cohleric

and in that moment, marius thinks these EXACT words: i never should have left connecticut. 

                 ‘  that’s fucking gross.  ‘

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@cursedmartyr

           ‘  you some kind of BOUNTY hunter or something?  ‘

vince had a lot of guys on payroll -- cops, criminals, gangsters, moguls. for somebody who came from NOTHING, a lot seemed to fall out of his pockets and leave a pretty gold trail right back into the other pocket. marius sees it in ACTION most of the time, and most of the time it scares the shit out of him. these two look like bodyguards for truckers. 

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@sparedsin

          ‘  vince said your name was CRASH. why’d they call you that?  ‘

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palmburnt:

       ❛ what the hell are you – ? no, no, pete. i’m not talking to you. ❜  their first confrontation in weeks, after his practical exile from her life. retaliation is to be expected.

          marius fights the FLINCH -- pete has become second nature, pete has sunk into his goddamn skin and bones, fucking pete murphy and his SHITTY family and their shitty lives. not that being MARIUS was much better. 

                       ‘  just hear me out, five minutes, for old times’ sake? it’s about VINCE.  ‘

it might get her attention, it might not, but he has to TRY at the very least. if she talked to margaery - which marius would bet she has - then they all know what an OPPORTUNITY to take down the worst motherfucker this side of the city looks like. 

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Doncha know that no one alive can always be an angel? When everything goes wrong you see some bad.

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                     if we call her supergirl, something less than what she is, doesn’t that make us guilty of – of being anti-feminist? didn’t you say she’s the hero?   art.  cred.

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knxckhisassout:

   a quiet pause swells before a boot extends from under her desk, nudging a chair out. she pulls open the bottom drawer and brings out the carefully hidden bottle of scotch. desperate times.

       ‘ so you get in deep with some yahoo and your first thought is ‘let me give carol a ring, she’ll know what to do’? ‘

        ‘  -- i know what to do, okay, don’t bust my balls.  ‘

he laughs, a little NERVOUS. no, his first thought was to call joey because he owes him for st. augustine and looks like he’s been taking STEROIDS since the womb. marius settles in the chair and scratches his face. 

         ‘  we’re pulling a spanish prisoner, but i need MUSCLE. not on vince, but somebody that isn’t going to miss a hundred grand going missing.  ‘

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guttersniper:

          a nod in comprehension, silent. when the first rays of the sun peeked over the horizon, mutt ( who had scarfed down a shitty cup of black coffee, just to fill his stomach and keep him awake, to keep nightmares and what else comes during the night at bay, who had burnt his tongue ) sits on the curb, blowing into hands and rubbing them together.

        he comes bearing SANDWICHES audrey made for carly’s lunch and cash. 

                 ‘  here.  ‘

looking at the kid, he could be eddy. could be him. twelve years old and running street games to keep food in the fridge when their mom got TOO HIGH to remember his name. rule number one: don’t get attached.

            ‘  so. grandma. where’s she pitching tents, how worried do i gotta be?  ‘

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knxckhisassout:

‘ you’re too far out of reach. don’t let it go to your head. ‘

  a careful breath blown out through her nose.

             ‘ why? ‘

         he could lie, it’d be easy. make up some shit about PETE MURPHY’S PROBLEMS, but sometimes there’s a time and a place. 

                  ‘  i owe a guy a hundred grand and he’s got my BROTHER. if i don’t get him his money -- in six days, he’s gonna start cutting off fingers.  ‘

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guttersniper:

      why entrust a dirty criminal ( hateful, rotten, stupid, unlovable ) with keeping your family safe – ? ❝ fine. first number. got it. ❞

marius holds a breath in his chest. gotta make a parole meeting and he’s fucking late. 

            ‘  good. i’ll meet you here tomorrow, at six. AM NOT PM.  ‘

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guttersniper:

      ❝ m’ not worried about no fucking money. what’d this person do t’ warrant bein’ followed, huh – ? ❞ now it was spoken more like a demand than a question.

jesus fucking CHRIST -- 

        ‘  she’s -- fuck. alright. alright, man. she’s my grandma, okay?  ‘ (lie.)  ‘ and i think she might be in some trouble --  ‘  (know, more like.)  ‘  -- and i wanna HELP her.  ‘ 

that last one is the truth. as much as it pains to admit.