Trev Scabior sold his scruples for a galleon. (opportunist) wrote in wished,
"Yeah," he said, puffing on the cigarette as he resisted the urge to jerk his arm back. "You know my name. Bloody brilliant for you." He took another puff and looked around at the variety of milling bystanders, all giving his cousin looks that could most likely be labelled unsavoury. "What the 'ell are you doing down 'ere?" He looked her over and rolled her eyes, not only was her clueless expression as good as walking around with a sign on her neck that said 'Hex Me! I'm An Easy Mark!' but now she was an even harder target to miss.