Sinful ((Egg + 31 ))

Ian smiled, pushing the coins back into her palm, closing it up for her, locking the coins inside.
"Keep them..it was just spare change anyways." He said with a shrug. "Mind if i hang out with you for a bit, since you look like youre heading to the casino?" He asked.

.::An hour or two later::.

Ian had spent his time with Rose (what he called her now) at the Casino, and had convinced her easily by flattery (and a little extra) to take her over to her house for some coffe (he hated it but he had an act to keep up, no?)

Ms. Fitzwater stumbled through the small alley way, her feet ached from walking everywhere. Brandy perked at the door was pushed open and her mother appeared. She sat on the torn apart couch, the family's feral cat in her lap. Brandy stroked the cat, paying her mother no mind.
"Come in Ian! I'll prepare the coffee now." Ms. Fitzwater hummed, leading Ian to the couch then staggering over to the kitchen.

Ian chuckled and sat down beside Brandy, before his intent eyes focusing on her.
"Well. Fancy seeing you here, Hm?" He teased, smiling and thanking Mrs. Fitzwater when she brought his coffee.

Brandy looked up from petting the cat, only to see the man from earlier. She scowled at him, then went right back to petting the cat. "Come to steal more of our money and items of value?" She hissed, the cat didn't like her tone, so it wiggled out of her grasp and hopped down.

Ian chuckled and sipped his coffee, before swallowing the bitter liquid.
"No, I actually helped your mother earn over one thousand dollars."

Brandy narrowed her eyes into slits, looking at the man through her beady green eyes. "What game are you playing at, Robin Hood?" She asked. It was a common thing for Brandy to give nick names to people. And since this man was from Europe, stole from her earlier, but then helped her mother, she decided to call him Robin Hood, considering she didn't know his name either.

"Robin Hood?" Ian scoffed before laughing and setting his cup down. God, he was such a good actor. He'd just have to keep this up for a few more days..he loved seeing the terror and panic in his target's eyes when he killed them.
"I'm playing no game, why do you accuse me of that?

"People don't just help someone win a thousand dollars. I know a lot about people, they're predictable. You want something in return. But I'm not sure what it is exactly." Brandy explained, giving him a skeptical look.

"I don't need anything from you two." Ian answered, though he was lying. He needed Brandy's trust, and her body. He needed to make her his then kill her, juat like he was trained.

Brandy looked at him, a scowl on her face, "Come now, everyone needs something." She said. She didn't trust this guy. There was something wrong with him.

"Brandy, you're over reacting. He's a nice man..." Ms. Fitzwater defended.

"Sure he is mom, and I'm the Easter Bunny." Brandy scoffed, her fiery tempter getting the best of her.

"Apologize!" Her mother demanded, her mouth taught.

"But I meant what I said!" Brandy yowled.

"No it's alright Rosalie. I've caused your daughter to get upset, I should leave." Ian insisted, much wanting to just kill them both right there. He stood up and smiled faintly at Mrs. Fitzwater.

"Oh please don't go!" Ms. Fitzwater insisted, "I'll send Brandy to her room, then we can talk like civil adults[i]" Ms. Fitzwater pleaded, spewing the last part towards Brandy.

"Fine, I don't want to talk to you or him either." Brandy hissed, standing and walking to her room just down the hall.

Ian chuckled and nodded, sitting back down on the couch, before changing his mind and standing back up.
"I think I'll go talk to her, we need to work things out." He said, following Brandy up to her room.

"Careful, she bites." Ms. Fitzwater hummed with a glint of humor in her eyes, reffering to how snappy Brandy was. Brandy hurled herself on her bed and pulled out a book, she loved reading. Her eyes scanned the cover of the book. The Hunger Games she smiled and opened up to the chapter she'd left off on.

Ian knocked gently on the door, beire pushing it open and standing in the doorway.
"Could we talk?"

Brandy looked up from her book, her face immediately molding into a scowl.
"What do you want?" She barked, sitting up and giving him a hard glare.

"Just want to talk.." Ian repeated carefully, shutting the door softly behind him.
"I wanted to know why you hate me."

"If you think I hate you, then you've made a sad assumption." Brandy hissed her shoulders tense, seeing she was locked in the room with him, "I don't trust you. But I don't hate you." She clarified.

"And why not? Is it because I easily stole the money you stole? Afraid of a little competition Brandy?" Ian teased. "I'm sure you could steal it back from me." he insisted, wanting to see Brandy's attempts to persuade him into giving it back.

Brandy cocked an eyebrow, "How do you know I haven't all ready snatched it back?" She said, fishing the money out of her pocket and letting a icy smirk pass her lips.

"Because that's not the money." Ian stated simply. "That money was what I helped your mother learn, and she let me keep half." He le a smirk crawl over his own face when he reached in his back pocket and pulled out the real money.
"This is what you took." After showing her Ian slipped it back into his bak pocket.

Brandy scowled and pocketed the money, "Oh well, cash is cash." Brandy mused.

Ian chuckled, looking around her room.
"Yes even if I hold the larger amount, Hm?"

Brandy rolled her eyes and brought out the money again. She licked her lips, then her eyes darted to him. In one motion she tackled him, searching blindly to find the money in his hands.

Ian smriked, holding out his empty palms.
"Ohh, a magic trick?" He joked, having guessed she wouldn't look in his back pocket, since he was glued to the floor. Ian propped himself up on his elbows, and whispered in her ear seductively, "I'd keep the money you have, lass.."