Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26892768-20180926000803/@comment-26892768-20180929014119

The Soldier Dopant backs away, deciding to walk off and let Zikkan handle his own problems...although, if he's to be completely honest, there's not much he can do if the Pestilence Dopant decides he needs him for something. He's got higher authority than him, after all.

Cremisi gets his order. The extra coffee will have to wait.

And as that happens, Westlyn drives up to the coffee shop, parking her motorcycle and taking off her helmet before walking towards a table with one of the customers. "Hey, Alex!"

Alex turns around to wave back, and as soon as he does, Westlyn winces.

"Ah...is there a story behind that?" Westlyn asks. "That" would be referring to the large bruise on Alex's forehead, which is rather prominent now.

Alex sighs. "Pretty obvious, huh? Well, it's a bit of a long story..."

"I've got time. Don't have any jobs for today." Westlyn sits down.

"Ah, okay...say, this is a bit off-topic, but have you considered just...getting a normal job instead of working all these odds and ends? You're pretty talented, and it'd get you more money." Alex suggests.

'I mean, I could make a lot more money than I do now without changing a single thing about my life, but it'd be wrong...' Is what Westlyn thinks to herself. Out loud, she says, "I think I'll be fine. Now, your story?"

"Alright...so, it was just another night, and then when I was in the break room someone told me the phantom thief was at it again-"

"Well, this is already escalating quickly." Westlyn remarks.

"-and they did it twenty minutes late, mind you, so I just got on my motorcycle and went off, because that was the fastest option...but it turns out being late actually helped this time."

"Oh?" Westlyn leans in with interest. She already knows what happened, of course, but she's interested in his point of view.

"I saw her, Wes. I saw the phantom thief in an alley as I passed by - no one else was there, and I was the only one who saw her. Naturally, I backed up, parked, and confronted the criminal." Alex continues.

"And I'm guessing by the lack of headlines that she escaped?" Westlyn asks.

"Right on the mark. She distracted me long enough for one of her tool...drone...things to drop another one and the bag of money it was carrying right on my head. Knocked me out like a light." Alex sighs. "It was...so weird, Wes! She was so casual, like I wasn't aiming a gun right at her. It was like she could get inside my head...and then she flirted with me, and I really don't want to think about that and the implications."

"You shouldn't." Westlyn nods. "If anything, it sounds like she just did that to throw you off-guard - a real scummy move, in my opinion."

"Still worked, though..." Alex replies, sighing again. He looks at his watch. "Oh - I should get going to work. See you later!"

And with that, Alex gets up, pays, gets into his car, and drives off.