You should’ve known he was going to get attention from all the girls at little brothel he used to work at. But he swears he’s loyal. And a little attention from others won’t hurt. His eyepatch over his left eye, his body leaned against the wall, as one of the girls not so subtly flirted with him.

His fingers were laced around the butt of his cigarette. A cheeky little grin on Worricks face, as he chatted back with the girl in front of him. His brows arched in fake amusement to whatever the girl was saying to him. Worrick never bothered to look at the jealousy illuminating from your face.

Instead he took as a response to keep being a cheeky little shit, even though, he knows you could kill everyone in this room with your little tag abilities. And the only reason y’all were here was to drop something off to the boss.