MCA #2 Friday Evening

Playing nice in public was something Flint and Silver could do in their sleep. Presenting a united front, even if you wanted to strangle the other person, was how they had gotten so far with their schemes. Despite knowing this, Silver was still grateful for Flint's propriety, even if he must have been angry and confused right now.

Silver had decided it was better to have this conversation sooner rather than later, and led Flint to his apartment, locking the door behind them.

"Do you want a drink?" If not, too bad, because he was getting two glasses and the rum out.

[For myself!]