saltburnt: june au.

JAKE SERESIN
SALTBURNT'S OWN GENTLEMAN
| You’re a thief and a liar. I only lied about being a thief. I don’t do that anymore. Steal? Lie. — ocean's eleven. |

| You’re a thief and a liar. I only lied about being a thief. I don’t do that anymore. Steal? Lie. — ocean's eleven. |
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A flash of teeth and a toothpick. Saltburnt's own family friend of a friend — you know how it goes. Golden haired, bright eyed, a long-time guest of the manor who vanished, like clockwork, for months at a time. Always came back with something shiny and sparkly, despite saying he worked for some talent agency out in San Diego. And then, one day, he didn't come back at all.
My wife left me. I was upset. I got into a self-destructive pattern.
If released, is it likely you would fall back into a similar pattern?
She already left me once. I don't think she'll do it again just for kicks.
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Back. For good, this time. Once under the employ of a man named Iceman who eventually turned him in to get out scot-free, Jake's turn in the art of thievery is, he swears, completely done for good. He's clean. He's reformed. He doesn't spend all his time planning on how to steal right back from Iceman on Maverick's behalf, or doodling exit plans on napkins, or indulging in everything the manor has to offer in-between intricate plans of recruitment speeches and revenge. Not in the least. Not at all. Of course you believe him — he just got out of prison, remember? How much planning could he have really done while in the slammer?