Thread: Robbery of the Heart (MrBurke x Risi)

Before she said anything in reply she shook her head, grinning, Second date? I was unaware we had had a first one. Unless you call me clinging to you for safety, resulting in you reading me a story to go to bed a date... she trailed off and gave a giggle. Dinner sounds good, and you can pick the movie, another pause, Until I get my hooks in. Tara had ignored the loud sound that reverberated in the speaker as Robert was talking, but she couldn't help but wonder what it was. However, she didn't have the right to ask him what he was doing, or who he was with, especially since she had just clarified they hadn't had their first date yet. Once they had set the time, place, and transportation, Tara went to get ready. She showered, dried her hair, straightened it, then put a little bit of makeup on before trying to figure out what to wear. She knew they would mostly be lounging around her house, but she wanted to look better than she had the night before, when she was a crying mess. Finally she decided on a low cut black shirt that clung closely to her torso and a pair of dark jeans that made her feel like her ass wasn't huge. Once she had finished that, she grabbed a pair of silver earrings and put them in, followed by a long pale blue scarf and a spritz of perfume. She took a deep breath, awaiting his arrival. Deal. He snapped his phone closed, turning a confident smile to Charlie. Something about Charlie always made him feel the need to bolster, play the cool guy. Everything the smaller man did felt like a challenge. It was always competition with him, always. He was the kind of guy who went after the biggest and the baddest, just because you never know. That attitude exactly was what had gotten them into the steady stream of banks these men chased, and balls do tend to pay off that way, but the day-to-day of living with Charlie could grate. You couldn't let him see it, though. How are you gonna date this chick and sit on the house? He asked, nodding his head toward the apartment. Charlie didn't know the specific place, just the general area. I'll figure something out. Robert said, somewhat softer, looking on to Tara's window. I think we're probably in the clear, dude. He stressed the last word ironically. If she hasn't talked by now she ain't gonna. Never hurts to be sure. He continued distractedly, still looking on. We could've made this whole thing a lot simpler on the spot. Charlie added, raising his eyebrows at Robert. That got his attention. Simpler how? I'm just saying. He shrugged, arms looped over the back of the bench, completely casual. Sometimes, just sometimes, Charlie made Robert sick to his fucking stomach. Simple like a Goddamn murder trial? Heat flooded Robert's face. The blood made his skin flush red. Insured money. That's the whole point. Nobody cares about insured money. Killers get caught, Charlie. The robbery's over, Bobby. And you don't think they'd make the connection. The larger man loomed, enough to make the hairs on Charlie's neck stand up, Robert leaning forward with forarms over thighs, fingers interlaces, his foot tapping with agitation. He'd switched to his hushed, angry, strained voice now, the kind that would sound like yelling if you took the paranoia away. What the fuck are we doing here, Bobby? We're talking. I'm having a conversation. If Charlie was bothered, he didn't show it, something that drove Robert on even more. Nothing's going to happen to this girl. Not a thing. His muscles bunched with tension and his forehead produced a familiar vein. Jesus- Not a thing. He repeated angrily. Don't get ahead of yourself, Bobby. Charlie stood, unwilling to be intimidated. It's bad for your health. He started walking. Robert shook his head. The guy always had to take it one step too far. Don't say shit you don't mean. He yelled after his friend, but Charlie didn't look back. Whatever. Robert buzzed her apartment later on, with black straight-leg dress pants and a pinstripe olive green collared dress shirt, his gold and silver rolex peeking out the unbuttoned sleeve on his left side. Women like money it's worth remembering. With the help of some leather brown loafers and even a chaste brush with cologne, he felt ready. Are those butterflies, Robert? Perish the thought. Ming's Chinese. You order. He said, upon her response. Sweet and sour. Turnip cakes. Lotus leaf rice. You pay.