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038, “You look like you’re ready to kill me.”

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038, “You look like you’re ready to kill me.”
rolling ace's.
feathersandthread
Eyes scanning over the wires she held in hand, Lux was working on their next biggest break. Selling explosives to the local mafia, she had to admit, after working with the opposing team, selling to their competitors was a risky joint, yet they where offering more money. Mark and her played a neutral standing with them, they weren't truly for all the blood and drugs the objective alone was always profit. Lux came from a mafia family, so her face was well known, when she took the guts to leave her family she was cut off and disowned. In that moment she knew that the blood running in her veins never really meant anything, all that was left to her was the drop bar she commissioned, and even then the place was filled with alcohol but decommissioned as a drop bar.
Knocking back a shot of tequila the placed the last wire in place, clapping her hands and throwing them up in the air she congratulated herself. "Not bad." She murmured under her breath. Shooting her head up to look at the time she wondered where Mark could have been, the past couple of days he had been coming in drunk off his ass. And though she worried about him, she knew that she had to hold her peace. Yet, it was becoming the most difficult thing for her.
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Now Mark’s like “Where’d the annoying blonde go ?”
//Well if he thinks she's annoying then why would he care? 8D
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Her garage door was open to let in some air as it could get really stuffy in her workplace. A greased hand rubs along a rag before pushing bangs out of her face and pulling her welding mask on, sparks flying from the end of a torch as she repairs some piece of machinery. She lets out a sigh, turning and bringing the mask back up. "Oh. I didn't see you there. You got something that needs repairing?"
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"So..." Dennis repeats nervously, it wasn't like him to bring people home he barely knew, "Are you okay?... want a drink or something?"
"Please don’t leave."
He instantly came to a halt in front of her, feet stopping in their tracks, almost like Neve’s words were enough to control his entire body ”..Neve..” he sighed, looking down at the floor “…when have I ever been the one to leave??” glancing up at her, Stark sighed “I’ll stay for as long as you want me to.”
…. As always.
"It's all swollen up..."
"Well try not to touch it, we need to get some ice on that, I think I've got some frozen peas at home, my house isn't far from here. I can drive you to the hospital too if you need it.
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