Riding with Alfred

[runningred]

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Jay glances across to the monitor on the bench. "We have the garage to ourselves."

He turns back to Alfred. "So how... hot did riding get you?"

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[runningred]

It's a good hour or more before Jay comes back his way. There's something different in the way he moves - a little taller perhaps, a little more swagger that slouch. He doesn't spot Alfred at first, expecting to meet him at Sasha's but doubles back a couple of steps to join him.

There's a red mark on his cheek, not quite a bruise but not breaking the skin enough to be a graze. "How's the people watching?" He asks as if nothing has happened.

[morethanprops]

Moist looks him over before standing up and paying,

"Interesting, a few are panicked but not too many. Did you get done what you wanted to?"

[runningred]

"This city has an interesting past. I guess that's why people don't always react to gunfire."

He shrugs and wanders towards Sasha's. "I did what needed doing. Because I knew I could and other people can't. The local police should be collecting the shooters about now."

[morethanprops]

He nods and follows after, its not in his realm at all, "I see."

[runningred]

"Sorry. I know it's not your think." But he looks over to him and smirks. "So? Fumaça? Looking forward to that!" He's definitely a little fired up.

[morethanprops]

"Sasha won't put up a fuss because the job didn't work out?"

[runningred]

"If I don't make noise about the fact she sent us in against the Cat, she won't make a fuss that we struck out. Besides, she would have been more pissed if we'd demanded bounty on a fake." He scuffs his feet and rummages through his pockets. "How did you make out on trinkets?"

[morethanprops]

"A few nice finds, a lot of elegant and quality jewelry. I love people who wear real gold."

[runningred]

"Take them home with you. They'll be easier to sell on there." Jay riffles through his own pockets. Most of his lifts are cash or stoned jewellery that can be remade into something different.

He nods to the door of Sasha's club, the music somewhat more subdued now as the evening wears on. "Ready?"

[morethanprops]

Moist takes Jay in his arms and kisses him, hard and wanting, "Mm, now, yes."

[runningred]

Jay moans into the kiss and holds the door open for him.

Sasha storms at them as they come in, the slow-dancers parting as she comes at them. Jay gently pushes Alfred away from him as Sasha moves to slap him.

"You! You are a fool! Why, why must you make so much noise? I give you a simple job and you makes a mess of it!"

Jay catches her wrist, stopping her just short of hitting him. "We weren't the noisy ones. That started after we left."

[morethanprops]

He leans against the door jamb watching the scene, "Yes, we were discrete."

[runningred]

Sasha pulls her hand back, studying Alfred as if reading his face. "Discreet? I hear gunfire. I hear people are hurt. This is discreet? And I see this one," she gestures at Jay, "I see this one on the news. Don't lie to me, Tinto, I know you. You were gone but you went back!" She sounds almost hysterical.

"Sasha, enough." Jay growls softly, trying to stop her from making a scene. "The Cat was there. She tipped us off that the target was fake so we left."

She glares at Alfred, looking for conformation.

[morethanprops]

"Yes, whatever he did after the job is his business. I'm simply a thief who likes staying alive and likes his kisses. If you don't want anything to do with us then we'll leave,"

Moist moves over to put his arm around Jay, nonchalant because this is only one job.

[runningred]

Sasha huff and steps back, placated as Jay presses a rather lovely necklace into her hand. "You can stay. You are a thief but an honest one. I like that. You take a room tonight."

She eyes Moist closely. "You only like boys, Areia? I know Tinto's tastes and little Fumaça's heart will break if he doesn't get used tonight but I can send up a girl too."

[morethanprops]

"I like both but tonight, Tinto and Fumaca will make me happy,"

In his hand appears a glittering ruby brooch that he gives to her.

[runningred]

She chuckles and makes the ruby vanish. "Then you are forgiven. Go, pick out a bottle and enjoy your prize. I send my boy to you."

Jay kisses her cheek and offers Alfred his arm.

The room is small but decadent and richly decorated, every inch looking like a bordello.

[morethanprops]

In the room, Moist puts his jacket on a chair and considers,

"Will our prizes be safe?"

[runningred]

"Oh yes. Fumaça's a little whore but he's no thief. Sasha won't keep him around if he didn't behave." Jay sheds his jacket. "She tipped us off to a job and even if she didn't get what she wanted, she's been well paid for it. We're all square."

He shrugs off his jacket and pours them a drink. "It might not have been the night we planned but it's been fun so far."

[morethanprops]

"It has been, yes. Earth isn't that different from the Disc. Pour me one too."

[runningred]

"Hopefully you'll show me one day." Jay smiles, bringing him a glass and kisses him deeply.

As they kiss, Fumaca slips in, stealing Jay's glass and taking a sip for himself and waiting for them. "My, oh my. Both so hot."

[morethanprops]

"I will," When Fumaca enters, Moist smirks and reaches out to lightly thwap his bum, "Ah, but you've changed the temperature as you enter."

[runningred]

"How so?" He grins and slides himself between them, pressing against Alfred's chest. "Do I make you chilled, Areia? Do I make you shiver?"

Jay hums and molests Fumaca's neck, his hand already under his shirt.

[morethanprops]

Moist reaches his hand down between them, caressing Fumaca's crotch,

"No, you make it even hotter in here. Clearly we're all wearing too much clothing."

[runningred]

Fumaca whimpers, writhing warmly between them as Moist strokes him. "Oh Areia! You're a bad, bad man. I can see why Tinto likes you so much."

Jay pulls off the boy's shirt, running his hands over Fumaca's chest.