tomorrow never happens
Sabo knows he shouldn’t. He really does. He knows it’s a bad idea and entirely unnecessary and probably stupid, but he brushes past the Marines in the doorway just enough to bump into them anyway.
“Beg pardon,” he says, tilting his hat down both as an apology and a distraction, then slips out the door. It shuts behind him and he chuckles, opening the wallet he’d palmed. Huh, rather a lot for a Petty Officer on shore leave, actually-
“Oi, you there.”
He looks up, already disappearing the money into an inside pocket and the wallet into a sleeve. “Hmm?”
And that, right there, is the reason this was a really bad idea. There’s another Marine coming towards him, and this one’s wearing lieutenant’s stripes. “Give that back,” he says, and Sabo takes one moment to blink and decide how he’s going to play this. Well, he is supposed to be laying low, and they are in public, so…
“What?” he asks, furrowing his eyebrows and spreading his empty hands.
“The wallet,” the lieutenant says, stopping right in front of him.
Sabo tries to sidestep because he doesn’t really want his back to the door. “What, my wallet?”