Well, this is just horrendously disappointing. Jaxon had moved around his work week and finished up everything quickly so he witness the stadium explode, and now? Now he stood here, arms just moving as if to shrug or say, “what the hell?” His question to Ellis was pointless, he knew the first explosion was the only one. He helps himself to a pretzel from a stand, taking a bite of it as he looks forlorn at the destroyed stadium. What’s even worse that it’s not even that destroyed. Like come on, at least put some heart into your work. ‘Dude. You think the fireworks went bad?’ Jax rolls his eyes, taking another bite of her pretzel before turning to his oldest (if not brightest) friend. What are you talking about now? It wasn’t fireworks, El. If Jax’s eyes had rolled with Ellis’ first question, well, they’re about ready to roll completely out with his second. Sometimes he asked himself why he chose the friends he chose. Ellis is literally dumb as a rock. No, actually, that’s insulting to rocks. And perhaps that’s why Jax enjoys their friendship. He enjoyed that Ellis and his world didn’t overlap and further that the man was certainly not bright enough to ever betray him. Not many people got hurt. I mean, look, the stadium is still standing for the most part. What a waste of time. He finishes off his pretzel and tosses its wax paper into a nearby bin. Well, unless they wanted to be the perpetrators of another explosion, there isn’t anything left to do in this shit hole. Another voice catches his attention, and Jax turns, guard up until he sees who it is. Stanislav Chervenkov. A familiar, if not inviting, face. The two worked in similar circles, and he’d procured a thing or two for Stanislav. He didn’t trust the other man, but he hardly trusted anyone so there was no offense meant there. Honestly, the business with the other man had netted a good price, and, well, he’s not one to turn down business. An easy smirk rests on his features as Jax gives the other man a nod in greeting. Stanislav. Yes, I had the time wrong unfortunately. Pity. He pauses, eyeing the man’s cut up face. Looks as if you caught it.
Edited by Jaxon Mathews, 17 August 2020 - 12:14 AM.