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Xander Cage

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Mun/Muse 21+ Written by Erick

Est. 1/2017

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Xander Cage 101

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“Oi!” Nicole recognized her watch with a start, hand instantly going to her bare wrist. It was a pretty recognizable. Cracked face, pink worn band. She found it in the garbage years ago, and kept it because… well… It was nice to have something.

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She snatched it from his hand with a glare, but she considered him with… a little more respect. “You dramatic motherfucker. You were hangin’ onto that shit so you could flourish it at the right fucking time? Not ‘xactly the most glamorous shit to snag…”

Still. She hadn’t even noticed. That was good

“Alright fine. So you know what you’re about. Stick clear of the dumb idioms an’ I think we might get along.”

There it was. He’d made his impression. “I lifted it to prove a point, not to keep it.” Xander had figured she trusted him as far as she could throw him which, unless she was secretly hiding some superpower, was not very far at all. So he’d taken steps to prove himself without having to be all fancy about it. He laughed again, it wasn’t his fault she had a particular turn of phrase that seemed like kryptonite for his funny bone. 

“I hung onto it til you doubted me,” because he knew just saying he could teach her wouldn’t do shit. He’d have to back it up. “All right, fair enough.” That old sage spouting sayings and kernels of wisdom wasn’t a good look on him. Besides that, his crew’d never let him hear the end of it. 

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They arrived at the shop and he held the door open behind him, snagging a booth and a menu. The waitress that came over was a surly, New York type broad who’d seen her share of shit, come out stronger on the other side, and that was why she got along with Xander. 

“You got a new friend, X?”

A smile creeped onto his face again, “Something like that, Carmen,” he glanced at Nicole, then back to the waitress. Xander ordered, and once they were left to their own devices, leaned back and took up his whole half of the booth. “I’m not gonna drill you for your story. We should get to know each other, though.” Already, he was thinking about pulling out his phone and pulling up the video of when he stole the senator’s car. That would make one hell of an impression.