#mischicfd

[liittlefreaks]

@mischicfd

harry pushed himself through the crowded club, over to the bar where he ordered yet another round for the group. he could easily afford it, and they had won big which lead them going into the playoffs, so they were definitely celebrating. the woman behind the bar looked like she was making a weak attempt to flirt by handing him a shot of tequila, but he gently shook his head and put his beer to his lips. he took a sip, smiling gently as he glanced over at the person sitting by the bar... who definitely wasn't celebrating. "she could use it more than me." he smirked, sliding the small glass over to her.

[coconvtfm]

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wren frowned. "wait, you've heard of kids being taken away? i thought that was only when the families couldn't provide for them or were abusive." wren told her. in this day and age, anything could change on a dime. freedoms changed every hour it seemed and nothing was ever too odd. "look, i don't think that they're all going to round up all the kids and put them in camps. that just... wouldn't make sense, logistically. it's way cheaper for the state to have us raise our own, i'd think...?" wren reasoned out loud and wondered what her arguments would be. "but whatever the case may be if we don't comply... we'll go to prison, no doubt about that..."

[confusionism]

( @mischicfd )

another night, another heist. only this time, it wasn't really— it was a pre-heist, a mutually-agreed-on plan to spend extra time staking out their next target location before fully committing to the action. they had come far too close to being caught last time, and given the higher stakes — the smaller team — it only seemed sensible to ensure preparedness.

only aiden wasn't entirely sure how to achieve it. like before, he deferred to his partner, the very same one he'd gotten stuck in a junky motel room for hours before the coast was clear. this time, they found themselves in an alleyway, the only light from an old lamppost hundreds of metres away.

"mads," he called out, his view obstructed by the piles of trash he was crouched behind. "mads, you there?"