Once Bitten Twice Shy
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wherewere_thespidersNexus Prompt: 2. You've been robbed! What was stolen and how does your character deal? Whether the guilty party is known or not is up to you.
Gilly and Hunter were out in Los Angeles shopping because today was a day off from the stage performances from all three bands. The drummer and his taller Swedish boyfriend getting certain looks given to them by passers by since they were holding hands and obviously a couple. Hunter just shot these people glares whilst Gilly shot them a tarty expression. As they turned the corner down the street to purchase some new clothes the drummer felt something touch his back. Or rather his back pocket of his jeans. He stopped in his tracks and Hunter shot his lover a confused look.
"I think someone touched my back--"
The drummer felt his back pocket and realised his wallet wasn't there anymore. Oh god. He'd been robbed! Gilly felt tears well at the corner of his eyes because all his money and belongings were in that wallet. Not only that but photos of Hunter that were special to him. Gone. Some bastard had robbed him.
"My wallet---it's gone! Some bastard has robbed me...what am I going to do? Oh no..."
Hunter was furious. His head snapped around to see if he could spot the thief through the crowds of people now milling around the pair. Damn it. The Swede then spotted someone running away down one of the side alleys close by. Was that him? Grabbing onto Gilly's hand, the singer began running full pelt down the street chasing after the thief. How dare he rob his boyfriend! Turning the street the thief halted because he was now facing a brick wall. Shit. He'd planned it wrong obviously because he'd wanted to rob the blond drummer and make a quick getaway. Not now though. Hunter storming up to the guy, not afraid at all, as he quickly slapped the thief across the face.
What was he? Fifteen? A child. A street kid who thought it funny to rob an innocent man out for a walk. The thief clapped a hand to his face and gasped. This...man? At least the thief assumed it was a man had just smacked him in the face. He tried to duck away, still clutching Gilly's wallet in his hand but failed, since Hunter had blocked his path. Gilly standing back a little afraid because the kid might pull a knife or something.
"I believe that wallet belongs to Gilly here. Give it back, blomma. Or you will have a nasty bruise on that thick heads of yours in the morning."
The thief looked perplexed as he just laughed, sticking up a middle finger at the pair and trying to escape once more with the wallet. Hunter scowled, pulling off his heeled boot in a flash and hurled it at the thief. It hit him square on the forehead, causing him to let go of the wallet so he could nurse his cracked head. That would teach him. Hunter quickly snatching up the wallet and handing it back to Gilly, who took it quickly, stuffing it inside his jacket this time. The Swede was not dealing with this kind of crap whilst they were staying in LA with the rest of the bands. At least Ziggy wasn't here to have a tantrum and get even more angrier than Hunter because that would be bad indeed.
"That will teach you."
Gilly sticking his tongue out at the thief who was now trying to scrabble up the nearest brick wall with a huge bump on his head. Idiot. Hunter hugged his drummer who was visibly shaken up. At least it had all been sorted out.
Gilly and Hunter were out in Los Angeles shopping because today was a day off from the stage performances from all three bands. The drummer and his taller Swedish boyfriend getting certain looks given to them by passers by since they were holding hands and obviously a couple. Hunter just shot these people glares whilst Gilly shot them a tarty expression. As they turned the corner down the street to purchase some new clothes the drummer felt something touch his back. Or rather his back pocket of his jeans. He stopped in his tracks and Hunter shot his lover a confused look.
"I think someone touched my back--"
The drummer felt his back pocket and realised his wallet wasn't there anymore. Oh god. He'd been robbed! Gilly felt tears well at the corner of his eyes because all his money and belongings were in that wallet. Not only that but photos of Hunter that were special to him. Gone. Some bastard had robbed him.
"My wallet---it's gone! Some bastard has robbed me...what am I going to do? Oh no..."
Hunter was furious. His head snapped around to see if he could spot the thief through the crowds of people now milling around the pair. Damn it. The Swede then spotted someone running away down one of the side alleys close by. Was that him? Grabbing onto Gilly's hand, the singer began running full pelt down the street chasing after the thief. How dare he rob his boyfriend! Turning the street the thief halted because he was now facing a brick wall. Shit. He'd planned it wrong obviously because he'd wanted to rob the blond drummer and make a quick getaway. Not now though. Hunter storming up to the guy, not afraid at all, as he quickly slapped the thief across the face.
What was he? Fifteen? A child. A street kid who thought it funny to rob an innocent man out for a walk. The thief clapped a hand to his face and gasped. This...man? At least the thief assumed it was a man had just smacked him in the face. He tried to duck away, still clutching Gilly's wallet in his hand but failed, since Hunter had blocked his path. Gilly standing back a little afraid because the kid might pull a knife or something.
"I believe that wallet belongs to Gilly here. Give it back, blomma. Or you will have a nasty bruise on that thick heads of yours in the morning."
The thief looked perplexed as he just laughed, sticking up a middle finger at the pair and trying to escape once more with the wallet. Hunter scowled, pulling off his heeled boot in a flash and hurled it at the thief. It hit him square on the forehead, causing him to let go of the wallet so he could nurse his cracked head. That would teach him. Hunter quickly snatching up the wallet and handing it back to Gilly, who took it quickly, stuffing it inside his jacket this time. The Swede was not dealing with this kind of crap whilst they were staying in LA with the rest of the bands. At least Ziggy wasn't here to have a tantrum and get even more angrier than Hunter because that would be bad indeed.
"That will teach you."
Gilly sticking his tongue out at the thief who was now trying to scrabble up the nearest brick wall with a huge bump on his head. Idiot. Hunter hugged his drummer who was visibly shaken up. At least it had all been sorted out.