And I know in some ways we're kinda evil
Who: Antonio, Lovino
When: Tuesday 28th June, 10pm
Where: In front of Lovino's gun shop
What: A secret rendezvous between two 'friends'
Lovino had finished closing up shop a couple of hours ago, having swapped his trusty Winchester for a smaller pistol hidden in the holster beneath his trenchcoat. He didn't trust this area- or any area for that matter- this late at night. Penalty, prison or not he was prepared to put a cap in anyone's head who tried to go for his wallet.
At least that's what he told himself.
He had convinced himself it was the cold that made his breath catch, and his impatience that caused him to twist and turn on the spot, checking every darkened corner, every window and door to make sure he didn't miss anything- or anyone.
God dammit where are you? It's fucking cold and if you don't hurry up I'm going home.
He scuffed at the ground with his toe cap and looked around again, wrapping his arms tightly around his own body in an attempt to keep warm. To stop the shaking.Lovino knew it would be bad if they got caught, but god damn these late night meets were killing him.