forum Bag thief Roleplay

Started March 13, 2018 by @Twitchy

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(SORRY! I fell asleep, then I was at work all day, and I just remembered the cliffhanger I left on like screw me. I just suck haha, also Alastair is gay so go for it? He's a bit awkward tho. Hope Althea is okay haha.)
I flinch as Marco's arm gently lands on my shoulder, our walk quickening slightly, "Yeah I'll probably go back too. I doubt I would get far with my description on the news anyway." I can't help but still fill nervous, like something bad is about to happen. I look around. Nothing. What's going on? "You think Althea would want anything?" I ask, watching snow slowly begin to fall, almost disappearing like paper on fire as it hits the wet ground.

Marco nods, "yeah. She probably will. You have anything in mind for what she likes? You were in that room longer than me."

"Not a clue. Maybe better meds. I could get her morphine but it's not exactly legal. I didn't want to say anything in front of Althea, but a guy owes me a favour." I glance at Marco, "What do you think?"

"Sounds good to me. Almost everyone in this city owes me a favor." Marco smirks. "So we go to the shop and then beyond, right?"

"You got a phone? I can get the meds pretty quickly." I look around once more, "To be honest, he's been keeping an eye on me for a while."

Marco grabs his phone, unlocks it, and hands it to Alastair. "Stalker much?"

"Ahh… More of a really good friend. Only, I don't do anything haha. Somebody… died and he's trying to make sure I don't… It's okay don't worry about it." I smile, forcing a nervous laugh. I take the phone and call the number, raising the phone to my ear I take a deep breath, "Hey kid. You good?" The voice created a lump in my throat, I try to swallow it. "Yeah I'm good, sorry mate, gonna need that favour. You still got morphine?" The call turns silent, "Allie… You remember what I said r-" I cut him off, glancing at Marco, "It's for a friend Simon, don't worry. She just needs some help with some physical pain, okay?" The call goes dead again. "Si, I wouldn't lie to you again." A finger taps my shoulder. I instantly spin around out of Marco's arm, automatically clutching the phone as a weapon. "Hey, Simon says that you guys should meet up soon. He says that his wife misses you too." I take the package he's holding and give a slight nod, "Tell him thanks." I give the phone back to Marco as the guy walks away, "Come on, let's get your food haha."

Marco looks confusedly at Alastair and sighs "yeah, I guess."

(No worries mate)
We walk into the lightly lit shop. I hold the brown paper bag tightly as we walk around, "What you want haha?"

Marco rolls his eyes, "I've got the money and an idea of what I want. Question is how may I serve you?"

I try not to look at the bag, "To be honest, I'm not hungry haha." My hand starts shaking slightly. Fuck. "You know what, can I have some vodka or something? I'll pay you back haha."

Marco stared at Alastair's hand. "Dude. You ok? You seem kinda nervous like someone's after you."

"Huh? Ah, no I just… Could you hold this until we get back?"

"Yeah, sure?" Marco reaches for the bag but Alastair backs away. "What are you doing?"

"Don't grab the bottom, it's in a needle, you could hurt yourself," I say, offering it to him whilst gently holding the bottom so he can take it by the top.

"Okay?" Marco takes the bag. "Are you addicted to this or something?"

My heart melts, painfully. I look at the floor, wide-eyed. I want to say something, but all the words in my head cross over into nothing… I-Yes-Long time ago- Always - I'm okay - Fuck - No - It's fine - Simon - Sorry - I'm sorry - No - Yes…"It's fine, let's just finish up here and get it to Althea." I smile, grabbing a small bottle of vodka.

Marco ignores his question and grabs Alastair's shoulder. "Whatever is happening right now between you, that Simon guy, and this thing, is scaring me. When we're on our way back, you have to tell me what's going on." Marco takes his hand off Alastair's shoulder and takes a bottle of wine off the shelf.