quizás, quizás, quizás
Sep. 29th, 2013 12:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
confidencemanThe problem with a job that only loosely qualifies as security is that not all clients are up all hours of the day. Sawyer hasn't set his sights very far yet on who he dares try to track down, but petty criminals are easy enough, and con men even more so — easy to navigate the waters of the devils one knows. Without the ability to drop the men at a doorstop in the middle of the night, he ends up being forced to bring them back home, where his apartment should be enough to keep them tied up for a little while.
Of course, some of Sawyer's catches refuse to go into the building without a fight. The thug in his arms now is significantly taller and broader than Sawyer, but trailing after him had been enough to show a weakness in his knee that Sawyer took great joy in exploiting. In spite of his muffled yells against the gag tied over his mouth, the criminal can do nothing more than limp through the halls when Sawyer gives him little taps on the side of his knee to guide him along.
"Alright, guido. You should feel so lucky that I ain't just makin' you sleep in the streets," grits Sawyer, shoving his door open and pushing the man inside.
That's when he realizes that his neighbor's watching. Both brows raising, Sawyer pauses for a second, almost tempted to laugh at the timing.
"You know, this guy keeps on skimpin' on his half of the rent," he tells the woman, not trying very hard to mask the lie, but it's enough to help someone turn their gaze in the opposite direction if they'd like. "I just plumb wasn't gonna let myself be taken advantage of any longer."
Of course, some of Sawyer's catches refuse to go into the building without a fight. The thug in his arms now is significantly taller and broader than Sawyer, but trailing after him had been enough to show a weakness in his knee that Sawyer took great joy in exploiting. In spite of his muffled yells against the gag tied over his mouth, the criminal can do nothing more than limp through the halls when Sawyer gives him little taps on the side of his knee to guide him along.
"Alright, guido. You should feel so lucky that I ain't just makin' you sleep in the streets," grits Sawyer, shoving his door open and pushing the man inside.
That's when he realizes that his neighbor's watching. Both brows raising, Sawyer pauses for a second, almost tempted to laugh at the timing.
"You know, this guy keeps on skimpin' on his half of the rent," he tells the woman, not trying very hard to mask the lie, but it's enough to help someone turn their gaze in the opposite direction if they'd like. "I just plumb wasn't gonna let myself be taken advantage of any longer."