Poison had been watching him for a while, careful to remain out of sight. Cheng and Lynch had some interest, he'd heard the name thrown out a few times, usually like it was being spat. He hadn't asked about the history, probably wouldn't. The truth was that he didn't care. It didn't matter to him where the fuck Lynch, Cheng, or Kavinsky came from. What mattered was that Lynch paid him.
What he did on his own time was his business.
Following Kavinsky from the club was easy, but eventually the strings of people thinned out. There were more shadows to disappear into, but fewer bodies to get lost among.
So he stopped trying. As Kavinsky hummed, Poison fell into step alongside him.
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Date: 2016-08-29 03:10 am (UTC)What he did on his own time was his business.
Following Kavinsky from the club was easy, but eventually the strings of people thinned out. There were more shadows to disappear into, but fewer bodies to get lost among.
So he stopped trying. As Kavinsky hummed, Poison fell into step alongside him.
"Have a good night?"