Sweep the leg, time to get dirty
Poke your eyes, 'til they go blurry

Chop the throat, stomp the toes
Hear smack from the back, then punch the nose

@kristina Outfit

Date: May 29th 2018
Location: Ibiza, Spain

He was an idiot, which was nothing new for him really. He usually did stupid things that got him into trouble, he did things that he shouldn’t and it had landed him in the hands of people that he and Wyatt had screwed over. He had damned near died, if he hadn’t been so damned pig headed he would have listened but he hadn't and it had ended him in the hands of Johan. He had been beaten, cut and almost died. He could have behaved better, but he got free, and he had run, hiding and finding a home to live in until he could get in contact with Wyatt. 

It had been a month since Wyatt had gotten back to him on the CB with a got your six., it had been too long since he had heard from the man and it made Ezra worry. He had moved his location a few times and had updated Wyatt, and left clues for whomever had come looking for him. H couldn't leave the country alone, he needed help but he was close to doing things on his own. He was packing his bags and drinking a beer when someone knocked on the door. Picking up the gun from the table by the door he cocked it and looked through the peep hole. 

Si?" 

scared to live, scared to die

we're not perfect but we try
@ezra | outfit

God, did she miss this. Traveling had been a passion of hers for so long and she had just up and abandoned it. Years had passed before her very eyes where she didn't set foot out of the UK. She hadn't realized how much she truly missed it. And being in Spain? It was pretty amazing! She had never been to Ibiza, but she had been in country before. Her Spanish was rusty as hell but she was managing. It wasn't as though she was there long enough to have worried about brushing up on it. She was to get in, get Ezra, and go home. Very simple. Very swift. She knew the lad had been in a bit of trouble though the level of which she was unsure. She didn't want to know. In fact, the less she knew the better. Especially when it came to illegal things. Yes, she wished to remain ignorant if possible.

Finding him had been easy enough. He had left little breadcrumbs to his location, leading her on a little bit of a goose chase at first. It was fun, sort of. It was like she was a detective! Nancy Drew, watch out! When her investigation finally lead her to what could possibly be her final destination she felt a bit weary. This place seemed seedier than the last, perhaps he was getting desperate in his movings? Kris approached the door she believed to be the correct one, knocking a few times and awaiting any response. She had gotten to kick the last door down, which had been fun. She had almost hoped that she would be able to do it again but then there was a stirring inside and a response.

"Housekeeping," she chuckled as she placed her finger over the peep hole. "Are you my damsel in distress?" Kris called through the door, listening with uncertainty and excitement.

It wasn’t like he hadn’t done this to himself, because he had. He had fucked up horribly and he had done everything that he could since then to make sure that he hadn’t died thus far. Being a decent shot had saved his life more than once in the time that he had been away and he honestly couldn’t imagine where he would be if he hadn’t gotten out of that bar when he had. Well, he did. He would be dead, but he had run away, and he had gotten away. The only issue was getting back home. He had screwed the pooch on this one and he wasn’t sure that he was going to be able to get out alive.

Wyatt had never let him sit for this long before and honestly, being home sounded like heaven, Sleeping on anything other than the flea infested bed that he was sleeping on now felt like a good thing. He cast spells to get rid of them constantly, but it felt like no matter what he did they were just going to keep on coming back. He was hungry and running out of food and money. This was getting desperate and he was close to trying to floo home. Fuck. That was a good idea. WHY HADN’T HE TRIED THAT. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Running a hand down his face as the person put their finger over the peephole and spoke. He groaned.

If Wyatt had sent him a hooker as a way to say that he was fucked he was going to shiv that little Irish Bastard. He pulled the door open and laughed a little. ”Did the Limey bastard send you then?” His American accent coming out strong in the hoarse voice that hadn’t been used much lately. ”Best get ya ass inside then, who knows who is watching.”

SCARED TO LIVE, SCARED TO DIE

WE'RE NOT PERFECT BUT WE TRY

Kris wasn't exactly sure if the man she was after even knew she was coming. Well, she assumed that Wyatt had told him something about a possible rescue attempt but did he know that she was actually coming? She at least knew what he looked like from his picture but she could be a complete stranger! Some random lass showing up at a seedy hotel usually only went one way and she was most definitely not a Spanish prostitute. Wait, she wasn't any sort of prostitute. Spanish or non. No, she was a smuggler god dammit and she was going to do her job and get this handsome bastard out.

She really hoped he was as cute as his picture had been but for reasons she didn't really understand. OK, maybe she did understand. It was Spain, a beautiful place, an exciting job, maybe she wanted to see how far the fun could really go? But no. She was a professional. Most definitely a professional, and she was going to get this lad and get the hell out of there and NOTHING else.

"Aye, the limey bastard has sent me, babe. I'm here to save your sweet ass," Kris spoke animatedly with her face before rolling her eyes. Not much couth this lad, but damn he was even better than the picture. He ordered her to get inside and she pushed passed him entering into the..."Nice place you've got here," she said with a small grimace. She turned back to face him with a little sigh. This wasn't the beautiful hotel she was hoping for when she imagined having a little romp in the hay, but she wasn't going to do that. Nope, professional, remember?

Kris cocked her head as she looked him up and down, "Well? Are you ready?"

@ezra | OUTFIT

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