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Fuck this stupid job
This job was supposed to be easy, but noooo something just had to go wrong.
The event was supposed to be for some fancy, rich folk to blow money and to show how much money they had.
It was supposed to last a few hours, a few pain-filled long hours. Just stand in this giant room and make sure everything goes smoothly. Then it would all end and then slim would be onto the next job before anyone can recognize him.
Just get the money then move to the next town. just do these shit under the table jobs and move, but nooo it’s never that easy. It never is. Because of course he just had to be here. Grinning with that stupid fucking rodent face of his. Like nothing is wrong with the world, like he isn’t wanted for scamming people, like he didn’t break out of prison a month ago.
Sure slim also escaped with him but that ain’t the point.
And that man being the one and only Ramsey Murdoch the rodent face con-man was here at one of the most expensive events of the year. Of course the rat couldn’t keep his hands off this place.
Wearing a very expensive looking suit on the other side of the room chatting up some old men with equally expensive suits. The rat seems relaxed probably since he’s scammed so many like this. It seems that he hasn’t seen slim yet. If he had he would probably freak out. I mean one of the only people with an epithet in a room with a known epithet killer. It would make most people sweat not to mention a coward like Ramsey.
“Ohh look it’s Ramsey, look slim.” Alcatraz appears over Slim's shoulder. None of the people around him seemed to notice, but not a lot of people were around him. Speaking of Al the reason no one reacted was of a deal the two had made after escaping prison. To make it easier to stay hidden from the police Al would stay invisible to everyone except slim if/until slim several hurts/kills someone. Al had to stay closer to slim but it’s better than having a huge metal suit following him and shouting about anything and everything.
“Oh I see him, don't you worry.” Slim was grinding his teeth through the bud of his cigarette at this point.
“Slim, don't be like that.” Al had now gotten up and into Slim's face.
“Don’t be like what? I’m not doing anything. I’m good” slim had started walking around getting some strange looks from the people close enough to hear slim mumbling to Al.
Getting closer the con-man slim could see that he and a few other men were playing a game of poker. It seems that Ramsey was winning with all the chips around him. The other men seemed to be getting frustrated with one putting more money in the game.
The rat was laughing and cracking jokes, but with how he was looking around the room it seemed that he was still keeping his guard up. His eyes seemed to linger on where Al was standing, but Ramsey quickly looked back down at the cards in his hands.
“Can he see you?”
“I don’t know, but let’s find out.”
“Wait wha-“
“Hey Ramsey!”
“What are you doing! Stop! Are you trying to get us caught!”
“Well I’m still invisible no one should see or hear me.”
“That doesn’t mean that you should start yelling!”
Slim started quickly walking the exit to get away from the people giving his weird looks after mumble shouting at the ghost. What slim didn’t see was when Al shouted at Ramsey he was somewhat jumped at the loud noise. Al had seen it though but was dragged away when Slim had walked outside.
Slim flicked the cigarette bud out of his mouth to put a new one in. There were very few people outside of the building other than the few guards that were stationed out there. The other people there were either out people walking on the sidewalk. Or were also out there for a smoke break.
The other guards there gave him a weird look but looked away with a glare for slim. After being out there for a few minutes Slim heard footsteps behind him. Probably being his dipshit boss coming to yell at him for leaving the building without notice.
“I’m about go back inside I just needed a snake break, Dutch”
“Well it isn’t Dutch” a familiar voice answered
Turning around, Ramsey is standing. With stupid rat face and fancy suits.
Before Slim could say anything Al was already up and hugging the con-man.
“Ah Ramsey, it 's been so long.”
“Al let him go, you're suffocating him.”
Ramsey had turned a bit red by the time Al had let him go. Now down on the ground the con-man straightens out his suit and hair.
“It’s good to see you too, Al.” The con-man said while trying to pat the ghost on the shoulder but his hand went through the armor.
“Well anyways what are you doing here? not to be mean or anything but this doesn’t really seem like somewhere you’ve be caught dead in.” Ramsey said, kinda chuckling to himself while sitting down next to slim.
“I’m working as a bodyguard for is stupid event.” Taking the last drag of the cigarette and putting it out in Al’s helmet. Then lighting a new cigarette and taking a drag.
“I’m surprised that you can get hired with Al too. You know a ghost suit of armor really fits the headline the police are putting everywhere.”
Ramsey scooted a bit away from the smoke from Slim's cigarette.
“Fuck you too. What are you doing out here, shouldn't you be stealing some rich guy's money?”
“I’ve got enough money, this was just for fun.” Said with an even more gerbil-like grin.
“Of cour-“ before slim could finish his comment sirens can be heard with the usual cop speak.
“This is the sweet jazz police California slim come out with your hands up or we will be forced to use any means necessary to take you in.