Who: Chuuya and Karl What: heist…well after the heist Where: NYC When: Friday before they return home Warnings: allusions to heist Status: g-doc
Karl and Chuuya could finally relax, having successfully pulled off another heist. Given they didn’t have to worry about selling off everything for money, the pair could take their time with the heist. The werewolf still sold a couple pieces that were uncut, splitting money with Chuuya. It would cost them more to cut them than they could reliably make back in the Dome.
“Scotch,” Karl ordered from the bartender. “Well, this turned out to be a fruitful trip.” He grinned at Chuuya. “So, do you think Irina will be pleased? Or, as pleased as your girlfriend ever is.”
"I'll have the same," Chuuya added to the bartender before he went to get their drinks.
"It did, but I'm not too surprised." Both of them had a lot of experience with heists and in particular jewelry heists. Sure it had been awhile since Chuuya dealt with gems but it all came back to him. "Even better, we didn't turn into fucking muppets." He made a face, obviously still sour from the memory.
The bartender gave them their drinks and Chuuya took a sip before he scoffed. "Like that spoiled brat is ever pleased," he rolled his eyes. "But I'm sure she'll be happy enough."
Karl laughed at the memory of the pair as Muppets. “You mean, you didn’t miss having Animal running into a church yelling shit during our job? I thought it added a little something something.” The werewolf didn’t fucking mean it at all, obviously. He did not need to turn into a Muppet every time he and Chuuya went on a heist.
Taking a sip of his drink, Karl grinned. His friend’s relationship with Irina made no damn sense, and yet it worked. He couldn’t imagine saying that about Hope. “She does seem like a tough crowd,” he commented dryly. “But, yes, I think she will be as well. I know Hope will be happy.” Plus, she could enjoy some chaos vibes.
A woman sat down a few seats away and glanced at the pair. “What a cute couple you make.” Karl blinked. A few times.
"Hell no. Thank god we managed to get rid of that annoying bastard." Chuuya had a feeling that if Animal had stuck around for a bit longer, he would've ripped the Muppet's head off.
"She is, but she is a literal Russian princess, so it's not surprising." Irina was probably used to getting what she wanted and had high expectations. If she wasn't happy about their recent loot, then she can shove it as far as he was concerned. "At least we know for sure that one of our wives will be happy." He hadn't met Hope yet but did know about the whole chaos thing.
Chuuya pretty much ignored the woman until she made the comment. "What the hell makes you think we're together?" he asked, glaring at the woman.
Karl would have helped Chuuya. “He seemed very enthusiastic about joining us.” His head hurt at the whole thing
The werewolf didn’t mind the idea of his wife meeting Chuuya. He liked Chuuya quite a bit, or the pair wouldn’t be pulling heists together. “Shocking that she hasn’t murdered anyone in the Dome yet.” Karl made a note to introduce Chuuya to Hope one of these days, but maybe not Irina. Somehow he didn’t think his wife would appreciate that sort of chaos.
Karl watched the woman as she looked confused. “Oh, my apologies. I saw you at the museum a few days ago and you looked close.” Inwardly, Karl groaned. Thank God they’d go home in a few hours. “Nope. Just friends.” Hopefully the woman bought it.
"He did and if he'd stay any longer, I would've gotten a headache." He had been starting to get one from Animal's loudness. Thankfully that didn't last long.
He wasn't in any hurry to meet Hope and decided to leave that up to Karl as when he was ready to introduce them. "It's a miracle." Really, the worst thing Irina had done so far was fire everyone at the museum awhile back. He also thought it was one of the more stupidest things she's ever done.
"Well, that's dumb," Chuuya said bluntly to the woman. "We're both in long term relationships."
“If he’d stayed any longer, I’m not sure how much longer we would have stayed in Istanbul.” That or the pair may have murdered a Muppet, which wouldn’t really work well for anyone, least of all two thieves on a heist.
Karl should probably meet Lucifer first before he introduced Hope to Chuuya and Irina. Yes, he currently found himself putting off meeting this version of Lucifer, even though he liked Rory enough.
The woman blinked, apologized, and moved to a different part of the bar. Karl rolled his eyes. “Well, that took a fucking turn.”
"Probably not long. Or we'd end up dismembering the damn thing." But that would've been detrimental to their heist. And as much as Chuuya had wanted to rip Animal's head off, he put the job first. He always had.
He never really believed in God or the Devil before he arrived in Madison Valley. But he'd been in town long enough to know anything was possible. He wasn't surprised to know that the actual Lucifer was in town.
Well, at least she didn't punch Chuuya or throw her drink in his face when he called her dumb. Some people didn't appreciate it. Not that he cared. "Yeah, that was weird." He was glad she left and it was over.
“I have to admit, the idea of dismembering a Muppet both entertains me and makes me feel guilty since my daughter likes the Muppets.” Especially Animal. Honestly, the heist went well, all things considered.
“One more drink before we head home?” Karl asked Chuuya, knowing they’d be sent home in a few hours anyway.
"I wouldn't feel bad. Guess I'd be a terrible dad." Not that he could have kids anymore nor did he even think about that sort of thing in the first place. There were a few kids in the mafia but Kouyou had always been better at dealing with them than he was.