Pick A Pocket Or Two

[Vincent Hiei]

Vincent had been sat outside for quite some time. He was simply watching one man inside The Three Broomsticks with his eyes squinted in concentration and a roll-your-own cigarette hanging loosely from his lips, taking a mental note of everything he did. It had been a while since Vincent had managed to get something alcoholic and he sure as hell did not have the money to pay for one. Besides, it would not have been the first time he had pulled this little trick in order to get himself a Firewhiskey.

The man stood up and put his jacket on. Vincent’s eyes came to life and he quickly flicked his cigarette away and stood up. The man started towards the door and, timing his walk perfectly, so did Vincent. As the man opened the door to walk through, Vincent headed straight through, bumping straight into the man.

‘Excuse me,’ said Vincent with an apologetic tone, quickly moving his right hand into his jacket pocket. ‘I’m so sorry; I should look where I am going.’

‘No worries,’ replied the man. ‘No harm done.’

The man walked off and Vincent turned towards the bar with a grin on his face. He hopped himself up onto a barstool and banged his fist on the bar a couple of times to get the bartender’s attention.

‘Barkeep! Bring me a glass of your finest Firewhiskey, sir!’ he shouted merrily as he produced his newly acquired wallet from his pocket. The bartender placed his drink in front of him as Vincent was opening the wallet to pay. Much to his surprise, however, the wallet only contained a few small coins and not nearly enough for a Firewhiskey.

‘... Bugger...’

[Briar Holmes]

Briar had just gotten into another argument with her daughter, Molly. It wasn't nice, either. She didn't even want to think about it. She didn't get why Molly had to be so hard to get along with. Right after the fight, she had disappeared off somewhere. Probably Shelby's or one of her friends. She wished she could get along.

She sighed and pushed open the door to the Three Broomsticks, looking around. She watched, amused, as a man had just pickpockted someone. Then, there wasn't even enough money to get a Firewhiskey. She walked up to the counter and brought out some money for the guy plus a little more for her own firewhiskey, giving it to the bartender. "I'll buy his, and give me one too."

[Vincent Hiei]

Vincent turned his head, slightly startled. People rarely approached him. The words ‘tramp’ and ‘scumbag’ were often associated with him. And as such he was a little shocked that this woman had approached him, let alone offered to buy him a drink.

‘Don’t take charity, love,’ he said squinting at her, pushing her money back along the counter towards her. ‘But if you turn your back for a second I could pretend to steal it and you still get to put me out my misery and my pride is a little less dented.’

[Briar Holmes]

Briar rose a brow in his direction. "I wouldn't think of it as charity. It's better than pickpocketing another person and possibly getting caught," She said, not touching the money. She didn't want it. It would just burn a hole in her pocket. Alex had given it to her to spend but she hated shopping. She looked at the man infront of her for a moment before sighing, "Fine, I'll turn around for a second and you can 'steal' it." She let out a huff. She never bought anyone drinks, not even her friends. She didn't like to waste money. But when she was a teenager, she was sort of in his situation. Only not as bad.

[Vincent Hiei]

Vincent gave a shifty look to either side before sliding the coins into his hand. Every instinct in his body told him to make a break for the door while her back was turned but he somehow appreciated her hospitality and decided to stay.

‘It might be better than getting caught, but I didn’t get caught,’ he retorted. ‘No... karma decided to smite me in a different way...’

[Briar Holmes]

Hey, it made him feel better and she got the money out of her pocket. Briar also fwlt better that she atleast was able to help someone out a little. Even if he wanted it to think of stealing. "I would ask, but then I would think it's none of my business," She said over to him. She hated how when she would go out and people would ask what was wrong with her years ago.

[Vincent Hiei]

Vincent handed his money over to the bartender and his eyes lit up as the ice cold glass of Firewhiskey was placed in front of him.

‘Any little umbrellas?’ he asked the bartender, receiving nothing more than a stern look that told him he had asked a stupid question. ‘Suit yourself then.’

Vincent picked up the glass and began sloshing it under his nostrils, taking in the aroma and savouring it. It wasn’t often he got the pleasure of a nice, cleanly poured drink.

‘You’re right it probably isn’t any of your business,’ Vincent replied to the woman sipping on his Firewhiskey. ‘But then again I’m quite curious to know what you want to ask...’