Drabble: The Con Is On (5/?)
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sarahyyyTitle: The Con Is On
Chapter: 5/?
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sarahyyy
Rating: PG-13
Character/Pairing: Scorpius, Rose, Albus, Optimus (OC)
Word Count: 697
Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, own anything.
Summary: They grift to alleviate boredom. The trickier the con, the more fun there is to it.
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The mark, Anthony Guardo, was a middle-aged man with greasy brown hair slicked back with various charms, a smirk permanently tattooed on his face, 6’4’’ tall, wore black suits only and could very easily be identified in a café by…
“Oh you blundering, blabbering idiot! I said I wanted my tea to be 203° hot! 203°, I said!”
…his tea preference.
“Mr. Guardo!” Al called out, sounding rather jolly, “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
Guardo arched an eyebrow. “You’re Al Swearengen, I take?”
“Yes, yes, at your service,” Al said before gesturing to the chair, “May I?”
Guardo frowned. “Where’s the girl? I don’t like having to wait for my spoils.”
Al resisted the urge to punch Guardo in the face. Instead, he smiled sweetly at him. “She’s otherwise occupied right now, Mr. Guardo, but she will be here any moment! I asked her to freshen up for you, sir.”
“I’ve heard she is very beautiful,” Guardo murmured, his lips tipping up into a smirk.
Al nodded sagely. “Very. Scarlet is our loveliest. You have good sources.”
Of course, everything Anthony Guardo heard about Rose, or Scarlet, as she was to be known as, came from Optimus’ ring of rather shady…acquaintances that decided to help float the rumours around for a price. It was a small price to pay for what they were going to rip Guardo off for, Optimus had said, and they had gladly paid the men off.
Now to put ideas in his head… “I heard you were an art collector, Mr. Guardo, sir?”
Guardo nodded, just slightly. “Wizarding art is the only good type of art,” he said curtly, “Those from the fourteenth and the fifteenth century, in particular, before the Wizarding World became so polluted with those with the other blood.”
Al’s fists tightened in his lap. “Scarlet is quite good with the paintbrush, if you’re interested in modern art,” Al said, trying to sound casual, “The only reason she is…soliciting, is to pay for art classes.”
Guardo seemed unconcerned. “Oh? Women are generally good for nothing except bed.”
Al caught sight of Rose from the corner of his eye. Maybe Rose would get him more into the conversation of art without wanting to rip his genitals apart.
“I see Scarlet,” he murmured to Guardo who immediately turned to the direction in which Al was looking at.
“She is exquisite,” Guardo breathed, a lusty look fleeting into his eyes, “I shall enjoy her…immensely.”
Al felt the vein near him temple throb and took a deep breath inwards to calm himself. Standing up, he motioned for Rose to come over. “Scarlet!”
Now all he had to do was to stall them there for as long as humanly possible. There was no way he was going to let them both retire to his hotel room.
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Anthony Guardo was not amused. Whereas he was quite pleased with the pimp, Al Swearengen, for bringing the girl to him, he did not like the fact that he didn’t know well enough to excuse himself from the table immediately.
Scarlet was beautiful. There was nothing he’d like more than to throw her on bed and have his wicked way with her right now. But society courtesies required for the pimp to leave first.
But Swearengen obviously did not understand his subtle looks and the tipping of his head to direct him to the door. If he did not understand subtlety, then he had to be obvious.
“Mr. Swearengen, as much as I appreciate your company, it would be best if you could leave Miss Scarlet and me alone now.”
Swearengen visibly flinched but Anthony took no notice of it: he probably wasn’t used to getting chased away so obviously.
“Well, sure, sir,” he said reluctantly before leaving the table.
Finally.
“Shall we retire to my room, Scarlet?”
She flashed him a smile. “Let us not,” she said playfully, winking at him, “The longer the wait, the more you want me and the more you want me, the more spectacular it will be later.”
Anthony’s lips curled up in a predatory smirk. “We won’t have to wait. I already want you enough to make it very spectacular.”
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Next chapter here...
Chapter: 5/?
Author:
sarahyyy Rating: PG-13
Character/Pairing: Scorpius, Rose, Albus, Optimus (OC)
Word Count: 697
Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, own anything.
Summary: They grift to alleviate boredom. The trickier the con, the more fun there is to it.
-----------------------
The mark, Anthony Guardo, was a middle-aged man with greasy brown hair slicked back with various charms, a smirk permanently tattooed on his face, 6’4’’ tall, wore black suits only and could very easily be identified in a café by…
“Oh you blundering, blabbering idiot! I said I wanted my tea to be 203° hot! 203°, I said!”
…his tea preference.
“Mr. Guardo!” Al called out, sounding rather jolly, “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
Guardo arched an eyebrow. “You’re Al Swearengen, I take?”
“Yes, yes, at your service,” Al said before gesturing to the chair, “May I?”
Guardo frowned. “Where’s the girl? I don’t like having to wait for my spoils.”
Al resisted the urge to punch Guardo in the face. Instead, he smiled sweetly at him. “She’s otherwise occupied right now, Mr. Guardo, but she will be here any moment! I asked her to freshen up for you, sir.”
“I’ve heard she is very beautiful,” Guardo murmured, his lips tipping up into a smirk.
Al nodded sagely. “Very. Scarlet is our loveliest. You have good sources.”
Of course, everything Anthony Guardo heard about Rose, or Scarlet, as she was to be known as, came from Optimus’ ring of rather shady…acquaintances that decided to help float the rumours around for a price. It was a small price to pay for what they were going to rip Guardo off for, Optimus had said, and they had gladly paid the men off.
Now to put ideas in his head… “I heard you were an art collector, Mr. Guardo, sir?”
Guardo nodded, just slightly. “Wizarding art is the only good type of art,” he said curtly, “Those from the fourteenth and the fifteenth century, in particular, before the Wizarding World became so polluted with those with the other blood.”
Al’s fists tightened in his lap. “Scarlet is quite good with the paintbrush, if you’re interested in modern art,” Al said, trying to sound casual, “The only reason she is…soliciting, is to pay for art classes.”
Guardo seemed unconcerned. “Oh? Women are generally good for nothing except bed.”
Al caught sight of Rose from the corner of his eye. Maybe Rose would get him more into the conversation of art without wanting to rip his genitals apart.
“I see Scarlet,” he murmured to Guardo who immediately turned to the direction in which Al was looking at.
“She is exquisite,” Guardo breathed, a lusty look fleeting into his eyes, “I shall enjoy her…immensely.”
Al felt the vein near him temple throb and took a deep breath inwards to calm himself. Standing up, he motioned for Rose to come over. “Scarlet!”
Now all he had to do was to stall them there for as long as humanly possible. There was no way he was going to let them both retire to his hotel room.
--
Anthony Guardo was not amused. Whereas he was quite pleased with the pimp, Al Swearengen, for bringing the girl to him, he did not like the fact that he didn’t know well enough to excuse himself from the table immediately.
Scarlet was beautiful. There was nothing he’d like more than to throw her on bed and have his wicked way with her right now. But society courtesies required for the pimp to leave first.
But Swearengen obviously did not understand his subtle looks and the tipping of his head to direct him to the door. If he did not understand subtlety, then he had to be obvious.
“Mr. Swearengen, as much as I appreciate your company, it would be best if you could leave Miss Scarlet and me alone now.”
Swearengen visibly flinched but Anthony took no notice of it: he probably wasn’t used to getting chased away so obviously.
“Well, sure, sir,” he said reluctantly before leaving the table.
Finally.
“Shall we retire to my room, Scarlet?”
She flashed him a smile. “Let us not,” she said playfully, winking at him, “The longer the wait, the more you want me and the more you want me, the more spectacular it will be later.”
Anthony’s lips curled up in a predatory smirk. “We won’t have to wait. I already want you enough to make it very spectacular.”
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Next chapter here...
