date & time: february 7th, 2019 / midday. location: monty’s range rover, en route to manhattan. status: closed / @evesinclair.
the drive from HQ to his apartment in the upper east side had never been all that difficult, but it could definitely be boring. after shuttling himself back and forth between the city and the suburbs for three years ( and counting ), he knew the route like the back of his hand, operating more on muscle memory than actual brainpower as he navigated his way through city block after city block. and what better way to spice things up than bring along the resident delinquent of delinquents ?
he liked eve. that was the thing, wasn’t it ? it seemed like half the group was always up her ass, lecturing her or talking down to her or anything in between. monty could never be bothered to do the same — roman and dante could be a little intense, to put it lightly, and eve was easy to get along with. not everything had to be so goddamn serious all the time. sure, monty had really grown to enjoy being part of the elaborate planning and execution of the heists, but that didn’t mean he’d lost his ability to let loose. and eve, regardless of any misgivings she might possess, had proven herself to be an expert in the art of dicking around.
“ eve ! ” he called as he pulled the car around in front of HQ, sticking his head out of the driver’s side window in an attempt to get her attention. monty steadfastly refused to honk the horn to alert his arrival, mostly because he wasn’t a heathen. “ come on, get in. places to go, people to see, et cetera. roman will probably lose his mind if we don’t arrive with enough time to quintuple-check everything. ”