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Ezekiel had realized his watch was missing half way along his walk back to his apartment. The watch was expensive, but more than that, it had been a gift from his mother upon his acceptance into the university. Of his parent's, she had been the one the young man actually liked. It had sentimental value, enough to matter to someone that was not the least bit sentimental. He was going to have to go back and get it, and he knew exactly who to question in regards to it's whereabouts.

But first, he returned the bag of implements to his apartment, where they would be safe from sharp mouthed little pick-pockets.

By the time he made it back the cabaret the sun was hanging low in the sky, and music was drifting through the doors as he followed another gentleman inside, then made his way towards the bar he had been leaning against earlier that day. Unlike before, there was someone on duty behind the counter, and Ezekiel ordered himself two fingers of brandy before asking if the other man knew where the skinny blonde was. An odd look that ended in a smile preceded a shake of his head, then he was off to take care of other patrons.

Sighing, Ezekiel took a drink, turning to look out into the crowd. Watching them, rather than the girl that was dancing up on stage.

With as thick as the crowd was, Ezekiel did not immediately notice the blonde playing waiter to the patrons at the tables closer to the stage. Not until the third or fourth time Ever had returned to the bar to place orders. One of the patrons bumped him, knocking him into the bar, and the hat that had been hiding the bright shock of pale hair fell off his head.

Of course, by this point Ezekiel was on his fourth brandy. Ideas that would have been discarded as hasty or unwise at the beginning of the night no longer seemed as much.

Draining the last of the amber liquid in his glass, Ezekiel set it back on the bar with a few coins before exacting himself easily from the crowd, and started heading in the blondes' direction.

And track he did. Always a few feet behind, slowed by the jostle and shift of the crowd in the too-packed space. It was an irritating fight up stream, and by the time he'd reached the pocket of space just inside the door he needed a moment. Ezekiel wasn't claustrophobic, but nobody enjoyed getting elbowed in the back half a dozen times in the space of a few minutes.

When he slipped out the door after Ever he was greeted with the welcome smack of cooler air against his face, and the not unexpected funk that was present in most, if not all, alleyways. This one, at least, wasn't too bad.

For a second or two he looked down at the crouching man as he struggled with his matches, then he moved so the long stretch of his shadow fell over him. "I believe you have something of mine."

Height and build should have been intimidating, Ever's reaction to him did not seem to carry one ounce of fear. Ah well, this was the same man that'd leaned into him in the bar, not knowing what Ezekiel's reaction might have been, and lifted a pocket watch right out of his breast pocket. If a little intimidation moved him, he wouldn't have been a mouthy little pick-pocket.

"Just looking for my watch. I seem to have misplaced it while I was here." His head cocked slightly. "You must have seen it, observant as you are."

He could have dragged him up by the front of his shirt to slam skinny shoulders back against the wall, but considering the black eye, the consistent ease with which he snarked and challenged, Ezekiel gathered the impression that violence wasn't going to get him very far, not if he wanted the watch back.

It might have been satisfying in it's own right, though.

The corner of his mouth twitched, lip ticking up in a faint sign of irritation before the tall man just smiled cool down at him as he lit his cigarette. The b*****d was going to try to sell him back his own watch. "A fair sum."

A brow twitched, then the doctor-in-training was biding his time with a slow blink before bothering to respond to that. "I'm sure you do." The man had guts, there was no denying that.

"We can discuss it over a drink, and I'll need to see the watch, of course, to make sure it's the one I lost." Lost. His teeth made an audible snap around that word.

Another small tick, as Ever asked to see the money upfront, but the smile persisted, even as an-unsurprising number price was requested. "Funny," he mused, fingers dipping into the pocket of his trousers. "I happen to have that amount exactly."

He thought, idly, mind a bit heavy from the brandy, that the blonde might look better if the dark spread of bruises circled both dark eyes.

Drawing the coins from his pocket, he held his hand down, palm up, for Ever to see, though should the blonde so much as twitch a hand in their direction he'd draw them back and out of reach. "If the watch is mine, of course."

The coins disappeared back where they'd come from, hands following suit, more or less to keep from strike him. The man had a mouth on him, a need to push buttons. As bad, if not worst, than Zeke's own fondness for picking, though perhaps fueled by something else.

He did keep his voice level, tone generally even, almost friendly. "And when might that be?"