Does Your Husband Know?

[Rowan Booker]

Certain risks came with the job that Rowan found himself in. It wasn't necessarily the law enforcement that he ran into. And this case was one of those. It wasn't just the thief life that Rowan found himself dodging, but the way he found himself in the position to steal was by charming his way into many women and men's homes late at night and rendering them incapable of focusing on anything besides the night they had with him. He couldn't catch himself being in the same sort of bliss because he had a job to do, but there were times, such as this, that he was caught struggling with getting the job done.

As he was caught sleeping on the job, quite literally, he found himself frantically looking for his pants, shoes and anything else he'd come in with as he heard a door slam from below. The woman he had decided to rob on this particular night had beat him at his own game and now he was doing his best to not be caught by her husband. With his pants loosely hanging on his hips and his shoes on, but not tied, he made his way quickly to the window just as the man stormed up the stairs and spotted the thief's retreating form.

Rowan had no clue how to get out of this one, he was caught on the edge of the balcony when he noted several men standing at the bottom. It was one of the stickier situations he'd found himself in and he glanced around looking for an escape route. He found nothing and soon the man was at the window, yelling profanities while his wife attempted a hurried explanation. 

Before he began panicking, he spotted a familiar form and he knew that he was about to find his escape.

[Lucy Serrano]

Shrill cries of a woman in need and a man deeply scorned were the kind that carried through the Estates they frequently pillaged. Lucy knew Rowan was one of the best at what they did, but he was headstrong. Stubborn and locked in with his ego to the point where he found himself in trouble. She didn't know how. Or why. But she could at least tell he needed help.

So she left the imperative place she found herself, fast steps dragging her to the location where she was pretty sure he was fending for his life.

Standing on the ground, she stared up at the balcony he found himself cornered on. Was he even part of the argument now? That didn't matter. This was life or death.

"Benny DeWitt!" She practically seethed as she shouted upwards, "I knew I'd find your no good ass out cheating! Again!"

It was all about playing the part. She definitely wasn't grinning on the inside.

[Rowan Booker]

The familiar name, the voice of his lady coming to his rescue, it was all quite familiar. And although he was used to her coming to his rescue, it never did cease to entertain him with the tactics she used. It was like a game, well, until the man began making his way out onto the balcony where Rowan was already teetering. He was angry, he had practically tossed his wife to the side just to make his way out the window. No wonder the woman was seeking some kind of fun for the night, it was probably the only physical contact she was used to from the angry, approaching man in front of him.

Rowan looked down and cleared his throat, "Ellis! Shit, baby, it's not what it looks like!" He was definitely throwing on the theatrics, while attempting to maintain his balance and not fall head first to the ground. Perhaps he should have thought further ahead. There was no doubt in his mind that Lucy was going to give him straight up hell for this for likely the rest of their lives together. She did like to make sure he never lived certain things down.

The man halted his feet on the balcony and Rowan breathed a brief sigh of relief. "You think it's okay sleeping around on your wife? With mine? I'll show you, you little shit. Come back here!" Rowan looked back down at the men below him and back up at his girl.

"Aw c'mon man, I'm sure I'll be getting much more of an ass-kicking if you just hand me over to my girl. Tell ya what, I go with mine, you go with yours and we both make it up to them in ways that they won't forget, yeah?" Rowan held his hands up in surrender, his shirt still open and his pants starting to sag lower on his hips. If he wasn't lucky, he'd lose them and the loot he had hiding in the pockets.

[Lucy Serrano]

Things always got worse before they got better. An introduction like that was bound to light a fire beneath the individual scorned by Rowan's antics. Chances were, it probably turned the broad right on. Women always had a thing about being wanted over another.

"You're bloody right about that, you inconceivable bloody fuck!" She shouted at him, "Get down here so I can kick your ass right fucking now!"

And then there was everyone else below. Practically guarding the door. She felt herself sneering at them; it was all worth keeping up, "What?" She asked them, and just like that, the fear or a wildly scorned woman had them all acting weaker.

[Rowan Booker]

Rowan bit his lower lip hard to keep himself from letting a laugh escape. She was enjoying this too much, and would likely continue enjoying it after he was nice and safe. He was enjoying the ploy, but he wasn't enjoying the threat of his life as the guy started his way out the window. In fact, he was sure that he would rather jump off and risk breaking his legs before letting this guy get hands on him. Not that Rowan wasn't a fighter, but the guy was huge...like really huge.

His eyes dropped below him as Lucy snapped at the other guards and he watched them back away. Even the larger man seemed to cringe. Oh yeah, Lucy was definitely enjoying this. Row looked up at the man and shrugged as if to say, 'yeah I fucked up, look at what I get to deal with.' And it was like the guy could read his mind because he ducked back into the house and stepped back. It gave Rowan very little room to skirt by him, but he did. In all of the commotion, Rowan was just pleased that they hadn't noticed anything missing.

He sent the lady a wink behind the man's back and saluted the man before bolting out the door. He nearly ran into one of the other men, but held his hands up, squeezing between them all to his awaiting love. Rowan ducked his head 'in defeat' and glanced up at Lucy with laughter deeply set in his eyes, "Be gentle."

[Lucy Serrano]

Rowan was out of sight, and Lucy was left staring down a few people who could likely ruin both their lives if they wanted to. But the saying was believable; there was no fury like a woman scorned, and she was the very best at playing a role like that. She wished her eyes didn't light up as she saw him, though. It wasn't easy to hide the instant relief she felt when she realised he was freely walking towards her.

The second Rowan was near, she was reaching for the line of his pants. A clever drag and she was trying to at least pull them up, or alert him to the fact that the weight of probable gold was threatening to have them fall to his ankles.

"Just you wait, husband." She seethed, doing her best not to have her mouth cracking to a smile until she turned away. She was already taking steps in the familiar direction of their usual tavern; "Did you leave anything behind?" The last thing they needed was any kind of trail back to him.

[Rowan Booker]

As her finger hooked his sagging pants, he arched his eyebrows and smirked. But he knew what she was doing and she was smart to do it. If he wasn't careful, he'd lose more than just his pants. There was a hefty bit of gold and there was his dignity at stake too of course! Rowan was happy that she seemed pleased enough to see him, and the only reason he could tell was because he'd been studying her expressions since they were children. As her husband, it was his job to know every detail about her. It made this work easy if they ever got caught...like this.

Before turning, Rowan glanced up at the window and back at the men who were watching them. They all looked almost sympathetic, but that was about to change. Any second now they'd realize something was missing. He just hoped they had a good enough head start before that happened.

"I'd like to think not, I mean she thinks my name is Benny DeWitt. She thinks I'm a low key male prostitute, and a market owner during the day," Rowan shrugged and smirked. "We might need to start walking faster though because at any minute, I won't be shocked if they notice a thing or two missing." He offered her a sly look and kept a hand firmly on his pants. If he had to run, he didn't want to be losing them.

[Lucy Serrano]

Lucy scoffed, which turned into a fast laugh at the idea that Rowan could ever manage any kind of market. He was perfect at marketing the one thing he seemed to think he had; it was more than a decent haul when the guy was willing to sell himself and take whatever else he could get in the process. Now that he had a decent hold of his own pants, she didn't really need to hold onto them.

Stopping in her tracks, she pressed her other hand to his chest to force him to do the same. They only had minutes at the most, because an argument likely couldn't distract from the fact that an entire supply of overpriced jewelry was stuffed into his trousers.

So she let his pants go long enough to fish out at least some of the weight. "You can't run like that." Maybe if he had the time to find the makeshift belt that tied them, but alas, he fell into fault in the first place. So she took some away, leaving it hidden in the pockets of her jacket instead.

"You better've finally gotten me the ring I deserve this time." She added with a sharp grin.

[Rowan Booker]

Rowan snorted, "Probably right, love. Might make for an interesting show for 'em though. I know the misses wouldn't be complaining much, and I know even more so that you wouldn't be." He winked at her and allowed for the weight to be relieved from his sagging pants. It was a bit easier to keep them up now and for that he was grateful. Running with his trousers around his ankles likely wouldn't be that fun for him, and would result in him face planting.

Her grin was reciprocated and he offered a small shrug before he took another step. "I'm not sure. I don't recall any striking my fancy. And y'know only the best for my girl. She had some nice silky knickers though," the man winked and snickered. There was something entertaining about picturing Lucy in a pair of red silky undergarments. Perhaps on anyone else he'd have thought it to be sexy, but on Lucy it was just comical. He couldn't quite imagine it.

"I could have taken all of those guys for the record. I do prefer loving over fighting, but I coulda had 'em, Luck." Rowan said, glancing over his shoulder from the direction they had come from.

[Lucy Serrano]

No ring this time, but she laughed about it, finding humour just like he clearly did. "Second-hand panties? Glad they didn't end up in your pocket." Lucy replied. She might have had a vastly different reaction if she'd found anything less than monetary value in those pockets of his. But you thinking of me in the throws like that? Well, aren't you a gem."

And then he posed the idea of fighting. Lucy had every idea of just how good Rowan could be in a pinch like that; not everything could be solved with clever words and even smarter roleplay.

"I've got no doubt. But beating the piss outta a few blokes only lands you with even more consequences." She reminded him, but it mightn't have been in the way he previously considered; "You might've landed in far less beds if you'd gotten a nasty shiner to have to explain."