There is good at cards, and then there is good at cards, and it's pretty fine mood that T-Bag comes in through the door (it's hard not to feel pretty damn good when you've just managed to make several hundred off of a card game -- that much goes a long way in a prison). The note's the icing on the cake.
He heads out towards the beach, hands tucked into his pockets, stopping once he's touched the shore. His lips form a half-smile, half-pout as he tilts his head very slightly to one side, eyes fixed on her.
Taking anybody's money - fairly or otherwise, it'd leave her in a pretty good mood, too.
Now, though, she's content to listen to the sound of the waves until his voice rolls in, slow and silken. Lazily, she opens her eyes, the brief upturn of her mouth the first indication that she's heard him.
"Had to take a little detour," he says, with a half-shrug. He pauses a moment, leaning down to roll up the ends of his pant legs before wading a little further into the water.
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He heads out towards the beach, hands tucked into his pockets, stopping once he's touched the shore. His lips form a half-smile, half-pout as he tilts his head very slightly to one side, eyes fixed on her.
"Ain't you a sight for sore eyes."
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Now, though, she's content to listen to the sound of the waves until his voice rolls in, slow and silken. Lazily, she opens her eyes, the brief upturn of her mouth the first indication that she's heard him.
"I was wondering when you'd come back around."
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"You miss me?"
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Her eyes are bright, still shining with the post-job state of contentment. Plus she's got a nice sum waiting back for her in her room.
"Maybe. But I found ways to keep busy."
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