"You remember a week or so ago, when I got the black eye?" she asked, looking up at him as she absently turned the fork around between her fingers.
"It was one of your coworkers. Ivan's men. I don't remember what his name was, but I remember the tattoo on the back of his hand. He probably won't like it distorted so much." She'd broken the man's hand, nose, and fractured his skull, so it was safe to say he wasn't enjoying anything at the moment.
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Date: 2016-03-10 03:45 am (UTC)"It was one of your coworkers. Ivan's men. I don't remember what his name was, but I remember the tattoo on the back of his hand. He probably won't like it distorted so much." She'd broken the man's hand, nose, and fractured his skull, so it was safe to say he wasn't enjoying anything at the moment.