v.s. the Distraction
@goldmelted
“Just sit tight, Chuck,“ Casey said into his ear. “Keep up the cover.“ At the moment, that cover mostly boiled down to ‘man sitting at the bar drinking’, although Chuck had worked out an elaborate backstory regardless, so he stirred the straw around his drink and sighed. Sit tight. Sit tight might as well be their newest variation of ‘stay in the car, Chuck’.
Attention wandering, it fell upon a man at the other end of the bar who... well, let’s just say he wasn’t looking too good. Picking up his glass, Chuck moved to the stool next to him. “Hey? Hey, buddy, you okay? I could ask them to call you a cab or something?“












