They do not meet on rooftops. They do not meet in darkened alleyways, barely restraining their hostility for each other. They do not meet in abandoned warehouses and complain how the Masquerade is becoming harder and harder to maintain. They do not visit each other at their opulent mansions and sip sherry while making veiled threats at each other.
No, they typically meet at McDonalds.
“I’ll have a number 3, large, with Coke. And also a sundae. You want anything, Reggie?”
“Just a double cheeseburger will handle me.”
The Magnificent Alehandro Besetti (known by practically everyone as Alan) paid the cashier and stepped back. He and Reggie (real name Reginald Archer) stood in silence waiting for their food, approximately three feet apart, not looking at each other. After their number was called, they got their food and sat at a table in the furthest corner from the front counter.
“I never understand how you have such an appetite,” Reggie said as he unwrapped his burger.
“Can’t change old habits. If it doesn’t matter what I put into my body, might as well eat what I want to,” Alan said, and proceeded to devour his meal.
Reggie finished his meal quickly and quietly and watched Alan eat. He reflected on how Alan was pretty much the only one who was allowed to call in Reggie, the rest knew him only as Archer, the Terror Above Fourth. He couldn’t exactly how this relationship came to be in the first place.
“So,” Alan said, putting down his half-eaten burger. “What’s the plan for the evening?”
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