Cressida/Jareth/Cian/OPEN
Just then, a strong gust of wind exploded over the flan, which didn't seem particularly badly harmed even as it wobbled. From its other side, the man it had mowed over (in its haste to get at the girl, apparently) rolled his injured shoulder and scowled as he rose to his feet. "Fucker," he said.
The girl had company now, he saw. Monaco.
Well, fuck. Guess that meant he'd better stick around. Always good to cultivate one's contacts in law enforcement.
"I keep meeting you in circumstances like this," he said to the other man as the flan seemed to recover its faculties and lunged. Knowing it wouldn't do much -- but hoping distraction would be enough -- Cian let the first card fly.