"Luvvie, we got it. If you wanna skedaddle down over here and collect before I find a buyer, I'd appreciate tha'. Bloody cold it is, and a fine dame like me'self is gonna draw some unwanted attention." Nix clicked the end call button. Then, with a practised action, she delicately pried out the sim card, before breaking both the phone and the tiny chip in half and tossed them both into a nearby bin.
She breathed, in and out, steeling herself. Talking with emissaries of gods was not her usual definition of a fun Friday night and this one, in addition to having a particular stick up a particular spot, often found cause to get her knickers in a twist. Also, well, the only reason she was dealing with this particular one was because it was a more preferable outcome than death.
With a huff, Nix stuffed her hands into her pockets and continued skulking down the length of empty street. Aldrect wasn't so fancy after dark. Once the night set in, the short fallings of the city became apparent. Trash littered the street where feet usually marched and there were no throngs of bodies to hide those crouching in the shadows begging for scraps to get them by.
It wasn't unfamiliar to her, she thought, twisting her lips into a scowl and taking a kick at a stray can. But perhaps memory lane wasn't the best place to walk. Not right now.