sophosedā:
Ā āhey,ā he hums when sol is close enough to him from across the counter.Ā āiād want my wallet back, but you seem like you might need it more than me, albeit empty.ā his words are lined with mirth.Ā āletās say, i commanded the man commissioning you. do you know where this is going, ahn yisol?ā his eyes flicker to the man, then his own shot. empty. he tilts his head sideways, gaze a burning question despite the overall apathy.
By the time he spots him, thereās condensation dripping down his glass. Solās managed to pace himself, only half gone. Thereās a neat little pile next to him, a skinny wallet and then a watch stacked on top. Neither are his. If this were a real mark, or a real job, then heād have been either in a pawn shop or back at the doorstep of whoever wanted another manās watch in the first place. But itās not a real job. So fake that Sol had decided to have a little fun with it. Itās not like Sophos was a name hidden and out of sight, a faceless mystery wandering around the dark. Not for Sol, anyway. It wasnāt too bad of a job either, but that could come down to Sol being able to pickpocket in his sleep by now, for as long as heās been doing it.
Eventually though, Sophos sees him, and then Sol sees him right back. Presses the flat of his palm over his spoils and pulls them along for the journey halfway down the bar. āI donāt need much of anything, but if youāre willing to let your money walk free then who am I to turn it away?ā itās real leather as far as he can figure, he bets he can get a good resale price on it. The watch, too. Instead of nudging them back to their owner he folds them into a pocket of his jacket.
āLetās say?ā the idea that it had been anything but that is a little funny in the moment, Sol even lets a laugh slip out. Itās mostly sarcastic, but thatās all the noise has room for.
āWhere its going? I donāt know. I donāt drive your mind around.ā He hooks a nearby stool with an ankle, gives himself enough room to slide onto. āI guess work.ā thatās what Solās been hoping after, work. Sophos seems to have connections to the kind of big name jobs Solās after. The kind that pay a little more. Solās not so sophisticated, but he has drummed up a reputation for himself. Even if it is garish, lacking subtlety. Not everything needs to be subtle, though.
āOr an excuse for murder, but that seems a little short-sighted to even me.ā he lifts a finger toward the bartender, looking for another drink to occupy himself with. Business talk is as boring as near anything, Solās always preferred the actual work of it.








