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[#086] When I'm Racing with Destiny (Original)
Theme Prompt: #086 – Once in a Lifetime
Title: When I’m Racing with Destiny
Fandom: Original
Rating/Warnings: PG
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 763
Summary: Charles makes Darryl an offer he can’t refuse.
“I have a proposition for you.”
Darryl looks over at the bright eyes of his business partner and raises an eyebrow. He knows the look Charles is giving him right now. He’s seen it in his eyes many times before when he’s ready to get them going for a big, dream-like score. When what’s on the line is the kind of money that spells retirement money but takes a considerable risk to obtain.
It’s a moment where Darryl immediately wants to be suspicious.
“What kind of proposition?”
“A job proposition.”
“And what kind of job is this exactly?”
“The kind of job where we obtain something and sell it to someone else for massive, massive amounts of money.”
“Are we purchasing said item and selling it at a markup?”
“No, just obtaining it.”
“So we’re stealing it.”
Charles makes a face, running a hand through his blond hair as he moves to settle against the counter. “If you want to use so crude a word, yes. Fine. We’re stealing it. But I already have the plan laid out. We’ve already got the guys in place. It’ll be a quick in-and-out.”
Darryl nods slowly as he considers the pros and cons of that statement. Knowing Charles, he’s willing to bet that only half of that is true. Charles has a loosely sketched plan at best, and the thief likely still needs a few guys to get everything into place. However, he has a target, and he knows that bringing on Darryl will bring credibility for what he has in mind.
Darryl is not interested in vouching for a half-assed plan. “So why, exactly, are you trying to convince me to join you? Sounds like you have everything well in hand.”
“Come on, D,” Charles grins. “You’re my best friend. Why wouldn’t I loop you in.”
“Really?”
“This is a once-in-a-lifetime heist. Retirement money. You get that, right?”
What he does get are the words “once in a lifetime” and “retirement money” usually only apply until the next “once in a lifetime” heist comes along. What Charles is chasing, as per usual, is the high that comes with a big job, not the end goal. It’s still not leaving Darryl enthused with the prospect.
“What are you after, Charles?”
Charles huffs before extending his hands out to the side in acknowledgment of the fact that he’s trying to work him. “Alright, alright. The plan does need some fine-tuning. You know I’m not always the brains of the operation – I’m more the face. But you, buddy, you always know the angles. And I’m going to need that brain of yours if I’m going to pull this off.”
“And the rest of the guys think I’m running it, don’t they?”
“I wouldn’t say that, exactly …”
“Charlie.”
“Alright, fine, I told them it was your idea.”
Darryl takes a deep breath, running a hand over his face. “What have I told you about attaching my name to things before actually asking me?”
“What?” Charles’ hands fall to the side in a confused gesture. “I knew that once I pitched you, you wouldn’t be able to say no.”
“Well, surprise-surprise.” Darryl pulls back and mirrors Charles’ gesture with his own hands. “I’m gonna say no. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got some work to do.”
Charles lets him walk away. He gives him a few strides of a head start before speaking again. “I didn’t even tell you the best part.”
“I don’t want to know.”
“Really? You don’t want to know who has an item valuable enough to set us up for life?”
“I’m willing to bet it’s some rich asshole who probably doesn’t deserve to keep it if someone like you gets to steal it.”
“Barrymore Huntington.”
Darryl finds himself frozen in his tracks at the mention of his paternal grandfather. While he never actually knew his father, he knew enough about his grandfather to hate him. After deeming Darryl’s mother unworthy of being a man's partner with such a pedigree, he decided to pay off his mother to get rid of the child.
She didn’t. Darryl is standing here, listening to Charles pitching him this terrible idea. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t see a certain amount of charm in going after the man who ruined his mother’s life.
Charles catches up with him, draping one arm over his shoulders and flashing him a smile. “What do you say, buddy? Want to go after your inheritance?”
Darryl stands there, silent, before glancing over at his friend with a nod.
“So what are we stealing?”
Title: When I’m Racing with Destiny
Fandom: Original
Rating/Warnings: PG
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 763
Summary: Charles makes Darryl an offer he can’t refuse.
“I have a proposition for you.”
Darryl looks over at the bright eyes of his business partner and raises an eyebrow. He knows the look Charles is giving him right now. He’s seen it in his eyes many times before when he’s ready to get them going for a big, dream-like score. When what’s on the line is the kind of money that spells retirement money but takes a considerable risk to obtain.
It’s a moment where Darryl immediately wants to be suspicious.
“What kind of proposition?”
“A job proposition.”
“And what kind of job is this exactly?”
“The kind of job where we obtain something and sell it to someone else for massive, massive amounts of money.”
“Are we purchasing said item and selling it at a markup?”
“No, just obtaining it.”
“So we’re stealing it.”
Charles makes a face, running a hand through his blond hair as he moves to settle against the counter. “If you want to use so crude a word, yes. Fine. We’re stealing it. But I already have the plan laid out. We’ve already got the guys in place. It’ll be a quick in-and-out.”
Darryl nods slowly as he considers the pros and cons of that statement. Knowing Charles, he’s willing to bet that only half of that is true. Charles has a loosely sketched plan at best, and the thief likely still needs a few guys to get everything into place. However, he has a target, and he knows that bringing on Darryl will bring credibility for what he has in mind.
Darryl is not interested in vouching for a half-assed plan. “So why, exactly, are you trying to convince me to join you? Sounds like you have everything well in hand.”
“Come on, D,” Charles grins. “You’re my best friend. Why wouldn’t I loop you in.”
“Really?”
“This is a once-in-a-lifetime heist. Retirement money. You get that, right?”
What he does get are the words “once in a lifetime” and “retirement money” usually only apply until the next “once in a lifetime” heist comes along. What Charles is chasing, as per usual, is the high that comes with a big job, not the end goal. It’s still not leaving Darryl enthused with the prospect.
“What are you after, Charles?”
Charles huffs before extending his hands out to the side in acknowledgment of the fact that he’s trying to work him. “Alright, alright. The plan does need some fine-tuning. You know I’m not always the brains of the operation – I’m more the face. But you, buddy, you always know the angles. And I’m going to need that brain of yours if I’m going to pull this off.”
“And the rest of the guys think I’m running it, don’t they?”
“I wouldn’t say that, exactly …”
“Charlie.”
“Alright, fine, I told them it was your idea.”
Darryl takes a deep breath, running a hand over his face. “What have I told you about attaching my name to things before actually asking me?”
“What?” Charles’ hands fall to the side in a confused gesture. “I knew that once I pitched you, you wouldn’t be able to say no.”
“Well, surprise-surprise.” Darryl pulls back and mirrors Charles’ gesture with his own hands. “I’m gonna say no. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got some work to do.”
Charles lets him walk away. He gives him a few strides of a head start before speaking again. “I didn’t even tell you the best part.”
“I don’t want to know.”
“Really? You don’t want to know who has an item valuable enough to set us up for life?”
“I’m willing to bet it’s some rich asshole who probably doesn’t deserve to keep it if someone like you gets to steal it.”
“Barrymore Huntington.”
Darryl finds himself frozen in his tracks at the mention of his paternal grandfather. While he never actually knew his father, he knew enough about his grandfather to hate him. After deeming Darryl’s mother unworthy of being a man's partner with such a pedigree, he decided to pay off his mother to get rid of the child.
She didn’t. Darryl is standing here, listening to Charles pitching him this terrible idea. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t see a certain amount of charm in going after the man who ruined his mother’s life.
Charles catches up with him, draping one arm over his shoulders and flashing him a smile. “What do you say, buddy? Want to go after your inheritance?”
Darryl stands there, silent, before glancing over at his friend with a nod.
“So what are we stealing?”