Once Upon My Eternity (Anastasia, Open)

The dimly lit area, mixed with people gyrating into one another created a dream scenario for Anastasia. The music was too loud, there was confusion in the air, and everyone was too caught up in their own lust to notice or care. And even better, most of them were drunk. No one ever noticed tiny Anastasia weaving through the crowds, bumping into anyone who had loose fitting jeans or an expensive looking watch. A quick, skillful snatch of her fingers was all it took to get a little bit of extra cash. The wallets and credit cards she always tossed, it was too easy to trace, where as money traded hands quickly. By the time, anyone noticed she had removed any and all evidence linking the crime back to her. The trick was her tiny delicate fingers.

“Thank you Mr. James, Allen and… whatever the hell that says,” she said absent mindedly as she plucked the cash from the wallets one by one. She dumped the rest in the trashcan, and took several steps away. The watch had come from a woman, and she dropped it in her boot. She counted out her takings, an easy two hundred. She hated plastic cards; it made it incontinent to carry cash around. Meaning she had to pick up twice as many wallets, and there was always the one guy who never kept cash on him at all. It was selfish and inconsiderate really. She wadded up most of it and buried it in her boot next to the watch, keeping only a twenty dollar bill out.

She hopped up to the bar, a little excited she had done so well in one night. It meant she could hide food in the house for the next week and maybe buy the boots that had been setting in the window for over a week now at the shoe store. If she didn’t have enough money left over the she would just find a way to steal them. Whatever worked. She ordered a coke, and paid for it with the twenty. Between the time she paid and the time she received her drink she took her time eyeing the man who was two empty seats away from her. He was wearing a suit, he was practically begging for her to check his pockets for anything of value. And she was only too happy to oblige. It looked like she might be actually paying for something for once. She had no use for receipts, but she kept them in a shoebox under her bed. She felt proud of each and everyone, like little treasures.

She sat down, leaving one open empty seat between them. She was figuring out the best way to find her target, maybe wait until he bought another drink so she could see which pocket he kept his wallet in. That was always a time saver. He seemed intent on something, so it gave her time to survey him. He could be the type to never keep cash on him, she hated that type. It was always a risk, but it was always one she was willing to take. There was also a thrill in finding out exactly what she would get.

“You seem a little overdressed,” she said, straw in her mouth, nodding down at his suit. Most people were in jeans, or more casual clothes. It made him stick out a little.

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“Maybe it is,” she said, the straw still in her mouth. “What the hell do you know maybe I have a Harley outside, or two….,” she frowned, well that didn’t make any since. Oh well she was never much of a smooth talker, she was more a girl of action, and words were stupid. Who was she trying to impress, she was going to take whatever loose shiny things this guy had and move on with her life. She just shrugged it off. Fuck it.

When he moved his hair, her eyes perked up looking for a necklace, or a watch, or any trinket that might spike her interest. Instead her observation only revealed a small drop of blood, which she paid no mind too. Cut himself probably. She ignored it, like she did most things that did not directly affect her. He kept staring, and she followed his eyes curiously. Perky blonde cheerleader, he either had a type, or he was stalking his ex girlfriend. All the better for her, he would be less likely to notice he would be missing a few things by the end of the conversation. “Stalker much…” she muttered under her breath. She went back to sipping her drink, and casually surveying the crowd. She was trying to pick her next victim when she had moved on from this idiot.

She was a bit shocked at his question. She didn’t care what the hell he wore. Of course she would prefer something loose and baggy with money dripping down to the floor, but she figured that answer would only imply she wanted him to look like a male stripper. He was so not her type. “Well something that doesn’t make you stick out like a sore thumb and scream ‘I’m really, really old’,” she said half caring. She took the straw from her mouth and started swirling the ice with it.

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