(Hiatus) Nicholas D. Wolfwood

{{And now I’m getting sick. 😃

{{UPDATE: I’m fuckkin’ old! Physical therapy the whole month of February for my right hand, arm, and my neck. 🙃

{{Hi friends. My right hand has a minor injury, so I will be on hiatus for a while to try to recover. Feel free to DM me if you wanna chat, but my responses will be slow.

found her waist. He pulled her closer.

“Is that my official title? I kinda like it. Does this make you my boss now?”

“Why would I argue? I get job perks!”

He let her guide his hand to “sign” her contract, a clever grin on his face the whole time like she’d just played right into his master plan.

“Card game? I’m in!”

He leaned down so she could put the flower behind his ear more easily. His hands automatically-

𝔼⩔𝕒ⅆ𝕟ⅇ ꗟ𝕖ǁ𝕖ℼ𝕖 𝕍ⅇ𝕤ꘝ𝕖ℾ: 𝕋ꖲ𝕖 𝔼⩔𝕖ℼ𝕚ℼ𝕘 𝕊╬𝕒ℾ ☉𝕗 𝕆ẕ.

𝔾ℾ𝕖ⅇ𝕟 𝕚𝕤 ╬𝕙ⅇ ℼ𝕖ꖿ 𓉙𝕠ǁ𝕕. 𓉙𝕖╬ ⋓𝕤ⅇ𝕕 𝕥☉ ⅈ𝕥.

⍑𝕙ⅇ ꘝ𝕣☉𝕡ꖲ𝕖⋐𝕪 𝕗☉𝕣𓉛𝕠╬ ╬𝕠 𝕞ⅇ𝕟╬𝕚☉𝕟 𝕥ꖲ𝕖 𝕡⋒𝕣╬ ꖿ𝕙ⅇ𝕣ⅇ ⟦ ǁ𝕠☉𝕜 𝕥ꖲ𝕚𝕤 𓉛𝕠☉𝕕 𝕓ⅇ𝕚ℼ𝕘 𝕓⋒𝕕.

⊥SƎM ƎH⊥ ℲO HϽ⊥IM ᗡƎʞϽIM ƎH⊥

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He was nursing a mug of beer. Perfect. Now he just had to wait for Ailey.]

[He gave a single nod, then headed inside and started for a corner near the window where he could survey the bar better.

His dark eyes swept the room for threats and targets simultaneously. They settled on a younger man with short, dark hair and tired eyes who looked half drunk already.-

“Will definitely do that. I don’t know what four is, but I’ll do it. And five is easy because I can’t be anyone else. Where do I sign?”

back up on his nose.

“One,” he said as he started counting with his fingers, “I’d love to beat the hell outta someone on your behalf. Second thing,” another finger, “Shouldn’t be a problem. You have a knack for making me do that.”

He leaned In conspiratorially when she leaned in.-

He pulled his sunglasses down to the tip of his nose and gave her a whistle.

“Definitely your color!” He would’ve said so no matter what color she was wearing.

He narrowed a single, dark eye as he considered her terms with more seriousness than the situation required. He lifted his sunglasses-

“Sounds to me like you just don’t appreciate elevated conversation. That’s too bad.”

“Are you kidding me right now? This sounds awful!”

His shoulders shook with quiet laughter.

“Heheheh.”

[He starts for the front door, but stops short and turns around and leans down to whisper to her.]

Here’s how we’re gonna play this. I go in first. You wait here for 2 minutes. Then you come in and I’ll give you a nod at the perfect target. Sound good?

{{Lunch break. Don’t forget to hydrate!

[Her thought didn’t get past him. He could see it in her twinkly eyes. She didn’t take the bait though. Oh, a nice lady? Maybe.]

Pfft. Yeah. You could get a single drink for 8 Double Dollars, but why spend your money when there’re plenty of targets at the bar just itching to buy you more than one?

A what? No! Not with the bartender. You’ll never get a drink that way. You gotta flirt with a pathetic guy and get him to buy for you.

“Lady, I haven’t even started yappin’ yet. This is a sliver of my conversational prowess.”

use your flirting powers to get us some free drinks in the saloon over there?

Oh, God. He sounds lamer than me. At least I don’t freakin’ howl.

Tatooine is a dust bowl planet. Like mine. Got it.

A bounty? Or flirting? Hmmm…

I’m actually trying to keep a guy from getting killed because of the damn bounty on his head. But I got an idea. Why don’t you-

Tough to be serial killer when your only means of transport is the Oscar Meyer Wienermobile

{{BLINK TWICE, NICO! SAVE YOURSELF!

[Stares at her over top of his sunglasses.]

Why’s that funny? I was born with this name!

Sorta.

{{If he blinks twice will someone help him?

And what the hell is a ‘Tatooine’?

Alright, alright, AILEY. I don’t have enough $$ to go somewhere else. And, even if I did, I have a contract to fulfill here first. Unless you’re offerin’ a discount or something and can promise to have me home before the street lights come on.

The names Wolfwood, by the way. Nicholas D. Wolfwood.-

{{She gonna look tiny.

{{He’s a silly little (TALL) guy.

“What am I doin’ now? Dancin’?”

So excuuuuuuuuuuuuse me for being ignorant.