"Fuck," Mike says out loud. It's actually not to the question--he's desperate, he gets it, Colin had probably just counted the cash in his wallet when he wasn't looking. It was to the door, nimble fingers gliding over the edge of the handle.
This was just pain shady. Moreso than usual. The lack of communication just makes it worse, and so Mike clears his throat.
Time to play the charming boyscout.
"Right--Colin, right? Kelly talked you up pretty good, you know. You from Manchester?"
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Date: 2015-07-15 08:16 am (UTC)This was just pain shady. Moreso than usual. The lack of communication just makes it worse, and so Mike clears his throat.
Time to play the charming boyscout.
"Right--Colin, right? Kelly talked you up pretty good, you know. You from Manchester?"