[ Routine a shakedown as this is, there’s something strangely out of tune in the way the man in black’s ear turns to the sound of Maeve’s voice behind him. Like a vulture resettling in his feathers, he shifts his grip and his stance, that much more attentive to the onlookers he can see. ]
‘Cheap thrills,’ [ he echoes, capped with a flat nod and a: ] Tie that off, [ to the teller. Rather than turn around, he hunts out his own reflection in the glass of the storefront sidelong, along with the reflection of anyone who looks like they might be working up the courage to make trouble behind him. ]
This is hardly the time or the place for an advertisement.
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‘Cheap thrills,’ [ he echoes, capped with a flat nod and a: ] Tie that off, [ to the teller. Rather than turn around, he hunts out his own reflection in the glass of the storefront sidelong, along with the reflection of anyone who looks like they might be working up the courage to make trouble behind him. ]
This is hardly the time or the place for an advertisement.