#thread.stella

[b4rredteeth]

CLOSED STARTER FOR @cfstvlla

Matevos should've probably worried about the whole sitaution with the Neon Drifters, the deaths, the chaos, and all that. Really, he should. But no animals were harmed, Fallon had run off but at least hadn't completely cut him off, and his practice hadn't been egged. It was a succesful Halloween.

But he was definitely short on funds. Which wasn't anything new. But as he walked into the bar and spotted Stella, he couldn't help eagerly walking towards her. As if she'd see him and suggest some new con or something. As if that was so likely to happen. He acted more like a dog happy to see its master.

"Stella! I totally missed you at the Halloween but not-Halloween thing!" He beamed. If he had a tail, it would be wagging. "Hey, wasn't it your birthday recently?"

[b4rredteeth]

@cfstvlla

Matevos sat down next to Stella with the smile of someone who had escaped death. Over-confident, satisfied, ready for more. He ordered a coffee, which he guessed normally Stella would get him, but she looked well in this leader role of hers. It made sense for Cyrek to expect that from her, after all, nobody had his trust more. Matevos didn’t think he would be able to lead the Bastards, and Fallon was in jail… custody? One of those. So certainly she wasn't around to pick it up. 

And then he didn’t really need to go anywhere now. He didn’t think his mug would be a good one to show at his business. Mustafa would have to deal with the clients alone today. Perhaps tomorrow too, just until it all blew over. “What’s up boss?” he asked, smiling.