Flawless

Chapter Two: Thorne C. Thyme

Thorne sipped from his coffee cup as he sat cross-legged on the couch, his feet posted up on the table in front of him.  A bernette, brown eyed girl walked into the room wearing the black prison uniform.  Her hair was tied up in a braided bun with pieces hanging out.  "Hey Windy why don't you change outa those before you get us busted."  

Windy's lip twitched, "What do you expect me to change into?  I don't have anything else, you literally just broke me out of prison."  Windy said in her thick British accent, pointing at the TV.      

Thorne raised an eyebrow.  "Which I am now realizing was a mistake."  he pulled off his sun glasses and threw them on the table.  "Look we're break'in outa this dumpy motel soon, so you better be ready."  

"Yeah, yeah."  Windy waved her hand at him and walked away.  Thorne exhaled and rested his cheek on his knuckles.  

"THORNE C. THYME COMMITTED ANOTHER CRIME AGAINST FEDERAL LAWS: RELEASE OF PRISONER, WINDY.  OTHER CRIMES THYME HAS COMMITTED INCLUDES THEFT, TAX INACTIVATION, USAGE OF COPY WRITES..." 

"Well that's a mighty list."  Windy teased, leaning her elbows on the couch frame.  

Thorne shrugged.  "I try to keep it updated."  

Windy smirked.  Looking at the prison pictures of herself.  "THE CRIME OF WINDY SPEC ARE GOVERNMENT PROPERTY THEFT."   

Thorne looked at Windy and whistled.  "What'd you steal?"  

Windy shifted uncomfortably.  "Nothing."  

Thorne rolled his eyes, "Lost interest,"  

Windy sighed and marched to the front door in a blue leather jacket.  "You know,"  she said at the door.  "You didn't have to break me out of the prison."

He winked and clucked his tongue.  "I was lonely, could use a chick like you." 

Windy growled teasingly and slammed the door behind her.  Thorne stood up and turned off the TV.  He threw himself over the couch and grabbed his phone.  He flicked through the news feed until something caught his eye.  SCIENTIST THEODORE DUKE AND JUNIPER BAY DISCOVER ALIEN SIGNALS WITH NEW MACHINE...

Thorne threw his phone into his pocket and ran to grab his sunglasses.  Butterflies filled his stomach as he felt hope zooming out of the blue.  He needed to get Windy.  Thorne grabbed a disguise ran out the door.

"Hey, criminal."  Thorne said sarcastically when he found her at the Wimspy Bar.  Windy spun around with a stern look which softened.  The bar was dark with only two light bulbs hanging uselessly on the ceiling.  The bar was loud and everyone was laughing hysterically like the funniest thing just happened.  Everyone was surrounding Windy, who was sitting at the table with necklaces of rich pearls around her neck as she flew her black baseball cap off her head.  Her feet were posted up on the table as she smirked up at Thorne.  

"Hey, Chance."  she lied.  "What's up?"  

Thorne looked around the bar.  "Ok, I was going to tell you something important, but this seems more enjoyable."  

Windy shrugged.  "Whatcha bettin?"  

Thorne slid on the betting table.  "This priceless necklace."  he pulled out the glass necklace he stole three months ago onto the table.  The man across from Thorne gave him a look of disgust.  He was pretty old and he wore a messenger cap atop his bald head.  

"Whose the joker here lady?"  he said with a Brooklyn accent.   

Windy smiled, "Heard of the criminal robbed the bank last week?  This is him, Chance."  Everyone surrounding Windy laughed.  One man slapped Thorne on the back so hard he felt like his guts were going to slip out of his mouth.  He caught the 'joker' looking at him.