[For Auggie] Everybody's got a hunger, no matter where they are

[girlsolo]

It's the fifth night since she stole Will's baseball. Five nights and he still hasn't caught her, caught up with her, he probably doesn't even suspect her and she's bored of the game. Bored of stealing but not profiting and not interested in profiting at the expense of a bunch of random strangers as stuck here as she is. What good's profit when the drink the bartender serves her is free?

That's the problem with this fucking island. Even more than Will not being her Will and Magnus being just a woman instead of a legend. None of her skills are worth a damn. She's a thief on a commune. A gun in utopia. She's not even a misfit toy. She's just a useless one.

Fuck, that's depressing. She sighs, pulls her feet up onto the booth bench, leans back against the wall and scans the crowd while she sips her drink.
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Title and lj-cut lyrics from Melissa Etheridge's Precious Pain.

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"I wouldn't want to meet me in a dark alley," Kate says with a soft smirk and pushes her fingers half across the table to touch the back of his hand before flipping hers over palm up. It's mostly an invitation for him to "see" for himself from the calluses that haven't smoothed yet even after a month on the island, microscarring from gunpowder burns, strength in the curl of her fingers and her forearm.

"Unless it was pre-arranged and there's kneeling involved." That's sort of an invitation too, but there's something about Auggie that makes it lighter, more playful and less want to get the fuck out of here? She likes talking to him.