"You don't understand, its simple really-" (OXO, very dark, CLOSED)

(Mk)

(plen made)

Az was sitting outside, per usual, when Hawke walks up, scowling at him, “Carmen.” SHe crosses her arms.

Az looks up, tipping his head to the side, “What.”

Tyler, who had just finished his shift, walks outside to sit with Carmen, he sees a girl and politly waves.

Hawke looks at him, then away again, glaring at Az and sits across from him, “How long as you going to take? I gave you a week and it’s been seven days.” She snaps.

Az sighs, looking at Tyler and smiles at him before looking at Hawke, “Can we not-“

“Carmen.” She snaps, glaring at him. “Get. It. Done. Or I swear, you’re fucking fired.”

Az stiffens, glaring at her.

Tyler looks at them confused, sitting beside Carmen, "I-is everything ok?"

Az kisses his cheek, hooking his arm around his waist and pulling him closer, “Yeah, it’s good.” He looks back to Hawke.
“Look, I’m-“

“We need him behind bars, Scapegoat. Orders from the top.” He glares at him, “So stop fucking around and finish the job.”

Tyler froze. "Excuse me, may I ask who is getting put behind bars?" Trickster asked politely, resting his hands on the table.

Az looks at him, “No one.”

Hawke stays silent

Trickster looks at Carmen, "I think I am missing something." he grins. "I think you should tell me"

Az stares at Hawke, “Leave.” He snaps.

He looks at Trick, “It’s nothing.”

"don't lie to me, you should be glad I spared her life," He said softly to Carmen, pulling out his knife under the table.

Hawke glares at Az and then turns sharply, walking away.

Az shakes his head, dropping his arm from the other!s waist, “It!s nothing, Trick.”

"Its nothing'" he mocks, "You said she wanted you to do some art, what is this about putting someone behind bars?"

Az stares at him, “Nothing, Trick, ok?”

"Your hiding something," he stood up, "but I am sure I can get your friend to tell me"

“Trick- Stop!” He grabs the other’s arm.

"Why? Just tell me the fucking truth Carmen I've had enough" Trickster glared, pulling out his knife.

Az rubs his face, sighing, “Trick-“

"What?" Trickster held the knife up, "I've gone this long without hurting a soul, you don't want to test me"

“You’ve hurt me plenty of times.” He rolls his eyes, “Now sit down.”

"Not an innocent person, and I only hurt you if you deserve it" Trickster rolled his eyes, "Why? are you going to tell me the truth?"

Az glares, “You hurt me all the time. You just don’t care to notice. Now sit.” He snaps.

Trickster sat down, crossing his arms, still holding the knife he accidentally cuts his arm.

Az pulls the knife away, “I’m not telling you anything because it’s not important and Hawke can fuck herself because I don’t work for her anymore.”

"who were you supposed to put behind bars" Trickster glared, letting Carmen take the knife.

“No one.” He mutters, pulling his tablet out.

"ok. fine. be that way." he huffed.

Az looks at him, silent for long moments and then sighs. He looks away, shaking his head.

Trickster slouches in the chair, pouting.