Ryan “I Don’t Get Paid Enough For This Shit” Bergara — Ghoul Edition
They meet at a banquet - fancy enough, yet so plied with alcohol that people didn’t notice when wallets and jewels started slipping into the pockets of a well placed bartender and from the looks of it - another thief.
She clicks her tongue against her teeth and watches for a moment or two, taking stock in her technique. The raven haired young female has some skill, that much she can attest to in the moment. She reminds her so much of herself when she first started, noting the slight fumble every once in a blue moon.
Cassidy takes a sip of a drink, vodka raspberry or something similar, enough to wet her lips as something seemed to whet her appetite.
People were clustered together and she gave attention of the bar over to Hank, who had been assisting her all night. Five minutes, she told him.
Weaving through the crowd, trying to be as inconspicuous as humanly possible, she stepped to the right of a couple who was seemingly plastered, a tell tale give away by the sway of their stance.
It was then that the mystery woman saddled up next to her, finding the same mark - but she was more intent on swiping the wallet, telemarking her approach, a hand around the man’s waist to slip in the back pocket of his trousers.
When he shifted his attention towards the young female, Cassidy stepped in, brushing her fingers along the female and pretending to stumble forward. The distraction was easy enough that the dark haired beauty was able to get her fingers on leather and pull it free from the confines.
“So sorry, darling. Let me get you another drink.”
Snapping her fingers one of the wait staff stepped in with a tray of prepared cocktails, and she eagerly shoved one into both of their outstretched palms. A quick wink and a mischievous smirk spread across her features, both flashed in the way of the younger woman before she took off, shoving a dainty necklace, a trinket of her own, into her pocket.