Since I finally opened the gdoc and did something productive with it, i thought i’d share. here’s the intro to the dramatic thriller toewses and I chatficced. I swear some day it will all be done. (a couple other snippets here and here).
With a quick flick of his wrist, he’s able to easily tug the thick wallet from the pocket of Mr. Business, slipping away into the crowd unnoticed before ducking into a public bathroom to count his winnings.
At least, that’s how it usually happens. Normally. 99% of the time, at least.
There’s been a few mishaps, of course. He’s dropped a wallet or two, though that was way back when he was new at this. He got caught by the wrist once, but the guy was too lazy to bother running after him when he pulled free and took off.
He’s in a bit of a bind right now, though, with his arm locked behind his his back and his latest target right up in his face, looming over him.
“Tell me you didn’t just try to lift my wallet,” the guy says, pushing on Jonny’s shoulder joint until he grunts uncomfortably.
“What if I was,” Jonny snaps, and the guy just laughs and shakes him a bit.
“Tough guy, huh? Yeah, you look real tough.”
Jonny sneers. He’s wearing the same t-shirt he’s had on for the past three days, and his jeans are ripped at the knees. He’s lean, but he’s not scrawny, and it just comes with the territory, anyway. He’s not always sure where his next meal is coming from.
“Let go,” Jonny demands, trying to twist his arm free.
“Give me back my watch first,” the guy says with a smirk.
Jonny hands it over, sullen, and the guy loosens his grip.
“You’ve got a lot to learn, kid,” he says as he fastens his watch back on his wrist. “You must be new to this game.”
“I’m not a kid,” Jonny snaps. “I’ve been doing this long enough.”
“Not long enough that you can pick out another thief in the crowd,” the guy says. He’s well-dressed; his watch probably cost more than Jonny’s entire life is worth. It’s why Jonny had targeted him in the first place. It would have been a sweet payday, if they guy hadn’t –
“Here,” he says, handing Jonny’s own wallet back to him. “Be more careful who you’re picking, yeah?” He throws Jonny a wink and start to walk away.
“Wait!” Jonny calls, and the guy stops, looks over his shoulder. Jonny puffs his chest and looks the guy straight in the eyes. “Teach me, then.”
The guy chuckles. “Gonna have to ask nicer than that, Jonathan,” he says, and then vanishes.
“How do you know –” Jonny tries to ask, but the guy is already gone. When Jonny opens his wallet, his cash is still there, but his ID is missing. He stares after the guy in shock until he finally shakes himself from it and pushes through the crowd. “Hey!” he shouts, scanning the room. He jumps when he feels a hand on his elbow.
“Looking for someone?” It’s the guy, of course it is.
“Looking for someone?”
“How did you –”
“Like I said, kid,” the guy says with a smirk. “You’ve got a lot to learn.”