“Fuck!” slipped out before he could stop it. Laughing nervously, Syx cringed, “Ah… yes… Officer Woodridge…. how LOVELY to see you again.”
This was fine. Perfectly fine. Wasn’t doing anything wrong. Pig couldn’t touch him, “I was just leaving this perfectly lovely eating establishment.”
“O-kayy…” Geez, the way he was acting… Oh, hell. Probably thought he was a cop here. This was going to be a bad move, he knew it, but…
“You know i’m not a cop here, right? I just work at a bar.” Wayne says as he watches Syx with a fake face slip around him.
Syx stopped dead and blinked at the man, “Not a cop?” a small laugh bubbled up, quickly overflowing into a boisterous laugh, “Oh my good man, you had me going there!”
His posture relaxing greatly, he crossed his arms and leaned back on the wall of his uncle’s restaurant. Clucking his tongue, he gibed, “Another copper fallen to a security gig? Or did you just need a more honest profession?”
Syx laughed rather manically as he looked around, “Oh nonono of course not fine gentlemen! There is nothing what so ever the matter with this fine establishment!”
He hadn’t changed his voice! SHIT SHIT SHIT FUUUUCK!!!! His back far too stiff, he tried to edge out around the cop without seeming more suspicious.
Wayne raised his other eyebrow as the man continued to act like he was freaking out and tried to inch around him.
But that voice? Oh, he knew that voice.
“Still as strange as ever, .. Syx, wasn’t it?” Wayne asks while stepping aside so the man could get into the building easier.
“Fuck!” slipped out before he could stop it. Laughing nervously, Syx cringed, “Ah… yes… Officer Woodridge…. how LOVELY to see you again.”
This was fine. Perfectly fine. Wasn’t doing anything wrong. Pig couldn’t touch him, “I was just leaving this perfectly lovely eating establishment.”
“Shit!” Syx swore. Having been out visiting one of his Uncles under the safety of his disguise watch, his heart jumped at the sight of the cop version of Wayne. Shit! Fuck! God Damnit!
Chewing on his lip, he debated what to do. Though hovering awkwardly in the entry to the Italian restaurant hardly made him inconspicuous.
Just as he’d been about to leave after scouting the place as a -maybe i’d eat here with Sheldon- restaurant, the man in the doorway swore and stood there, blocking it.
“Uh, you okay buddy? Wrong restaurant?” Wayne offers with a raised eyebrow, one hand in his pocket and the other closing his phone down to put it in his back pants pocket.
Syx laughed rather manically as he looked around, “Oh nonono of course not fine gentlemen! There is nothing what so ever the matter with this fine establishment!”
He hadn’t changed his voice! SHIT SHIT SHIT FUUUUCK!!!! His back far too stiff, he tried to edge out around the cop without seeming more suspicious.
“Shit!” Syx swore. Having been out visiting one of his Uncles under the safety of his disguise watch, his heart jumped at the sight of the cop version of Wayne. Shit! Fuck! God Damnit!
Chewing on his lip, he debated what to do. Though hovering awkwardly in the entry to the Italian restaurant hardly made him inconspicuous.
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