Who: Leigh and Angel What: Leigh gets a disturbing warning about her father being near. Where: Saturday Night Rating: Language Status: Finished!
"Hey girl. I seen someone like you."
Leigh looked up, startled, and she drew her shoulders back. She hadn't even realized that she'd been being watched, a half-forgotten cigarette in her fingertips. She hated cigarettes, but smoked them. They reminded her of her father, but she liked the buzz. Sometimes craved it. Like coffee or weed. She frowned and tried to ignore the man, resuming her previous attitude of not giving a flying fuck.
That is, until he moved closer.
"I said I seen someone like you. You deaf, girl?" He said, his eyes narrowing. A quick glance let her assess him and she drew herself up, her shoulders squaring.
"You don't know me. Move along before I call someone from security in here." She answered, her voice level as she glared at him. It was a haughty 'don't you fucking touch me' glare, and it seemed to work for a moment as he hesitated.
"Never said I knew you. Knew a man like you. Drunk, saw him in Jersey. Playing with shadows in the bar."
Now she scowled over and flicked her cigarette down at the man's feet. He jumped back before stepping on it and shooting her a dirty look. She wasn't scared of him, though, his own shadow spreading, ready to take him down if he threatened her.
"Watch it, bitch!" he swore, then shook his head. "Don't want no trouble, but he was looking for you."
She huffed and turned to face him fully, stepping up to him. "And? What do you want?" she asked, her eyes hard.
"Little bit of cash ain't gonna hurt me none. You know. Forget I seen you. Forget there's a freak walking around here..."
Leigh scowled and felt her skin tighten and crawl. She could call him out, force a little bravado, but for what? If her Dad found her...fuck, she didn't want to deal with that. Reaching into her jeans pocket, she pulled out a handful of wadded up bills (a hundred dollars, roughly) and she tossed it at his feet.
"Take it and get the fuck out of here. It's all you're getting. You come back here and I'm going to set the dogs on you, you son of a bitch." she snapped, unhappy. He nodded and smirked, leaning down to scoop up the money, and he turned on his heels, whistling.
"See you around, sweetheart."
As he walked away, Leigh dug into her coat and pulled out the last of her cigarettes, lighting it and taking a long deep drag. "Motherfucker." she swore, kicking at the ground.