 Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
Still moving forward, a grunt sounded and eyes rolled when the voice and the lass herself continued to trail over him despite saying that he didn't need her assistance with getting to where he needed to be. Ryan, a man in his forties, was perfectly capable of getting to the casino on his own, thank you very much. But leave it to a woman to make his life more difficult than it needed to be.
Contrary to her words, he did know that she was there. He could hear her footsteps following after him as he made his way down an alleyway. His patience with this one was quickly coming to an end, and now a wave of paranoia was starting to overcome him, which was not a good combination. She either was incredibly stupid or had to have been working for someone -- the Ministry, some thug that wanted to profit off of, he didn't know. Why else would she not take the hint?
"Wot the bloody 'ell do ya want, lady?" he shouted over his shoulder, one hand tightly clasped onto the handle of the briefcase. The other hand was now reaching into the inner pocket of his suit jacket for his wand. No sane person or someone without an agenda would keep up with this act.
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