One, Two, Three (The Roleplay)

He laughed lightly before gesturing to the door.

"After you."

 

He closed the door behind her, looking around.

"Okay. What next? If I had pink hair, where would I be?"

 

He snorted, rolling his eyes.

"Do you think all people with pink hair are delinquents?"

 

"How do you figure?"

 

"Yeah, but the mayor's a dick."

 

"Well, you can't trust anyone, I suppose," he said lightly, sticking one hand in his pocket and reaching over and taking her sunglasses and putting them on. "Not even your closest allies."

 

“Not for long,” he amended. “We’ll find the necklace soon.

 

(Zoop!)

They walked around for the rest of the day, hitting points of the city. Ferris kept the mood light, but he kept checking over his shoulder out of worry.

At around four, they headed back to the bar, which was beginning to pick up.

 

The bar was beginning to bustle with activity and Ferris entered, his eyes searching warily.

It wasn't hard to find her. One girl stood at the bar, knocking back shots.

 

He followed her, looking around nervously.

As they approached, the girl knocked back another shot, not even blinking.