Lily was oblivious at the best times, choosing to spend more time catering to her own fun than anything else, but things with Dylan had gone too far. She wanted her girl back. And clearly that wasn’t gonna happen if she kept having to track her down but sacrifices must be made for her best friend.
Reaching the bus stop, she heaved a sigh of relief. Fina-fucking-lly. “Yo, bitch,” she yelled, trying to get Dylan’s attention, “You think you could slink your fine ass on out of here and I wouldn’t notice? Think again.”
Turning around, she smiled slightly and shook her head. Grateful that she was the only person at the bus stop tonight, she hated when all attention was on her and Lily’s impression of Jesse Pinkman would have done just that.
"Cool your horses, I’m not going anywhere."
Standing at the bus stop, she thought about how easy it would be to get on the next bus out of here and never look back. She could go anywhere, pick up the life she had been living where she last left off before Nibs had found her and brought her to Neverland. That had never been a life though, not really, it had been surviving.
That was what Neverland had taught her, that was what being apart of the lost boy’s had taught her and she wanted that back.
She wanted them back.
Nibs toyed with the new watch on his wrist, testing out how it looked. “Who makes a watch this heavy?”
"Who makes a watch that ugly?"
"Who do I have to kill to get some snow on the ground?"
"We’re not even out of Autumn yet."
"How could I forget."
"Not easily, I hope. I like to think I made some kind of lasting impression on my old friend."
Silver stared, if Dylan could pick up on it, then the Boys definitely would and she didn’t want that. “Shit has just been going down. That’s all. I’m just watching my back.”
Shit was always going down with the Lost Boy’s, that was why she had walked away from them. If people weren’t dying, they were being kidnapped and tortured or stabbed on fight night. This was different though, Silver never showed fear or paranoia in the wake of a tragedy, only a bitterness and anger towards the people who had inflicted pain on her friends.
"Must be some pretty bad shit do get you all stirred up."
"Hm?" It took a moment for the question to filter in as Silver search the shadows behind Dylan. "Oh. Nothing. Just…Nothing. Don’t worry." She found a smile and pulled it to the surface. "Haven’t see you around for a bit."
"That was always your job, not mine." She folded her arms across her chest, studying Silver with her with suspicious eyes. "There’s something up with you though or different about you."
Steep prices but he’d expect no less from a thief.
"I don’t accept IOU’s, remember?"
"What’re you thinking?" He asked, standing the pool cue upright beside him. He knew better than to take a bet from her but he did anyway, just like old times.
She straightened up once she had hit the ball, not needing to keep her eye on it while it travelled across the table towards the pocket. It was going to go in, it always did.
"Fifty for every time we miss a ball. Loser has to cough up the money for all of them."