rontherun (rontherun) wrote in uprisingrpg, @ 2011-01-07 23:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | ella svetkova, ron weasley |
Who: Ron and Ella (as Barlow and Blondie)
What: Prelude to Mayhem
Where: the Pub of Plotting
When: Backdated to late Monday night, following up on this note.
Warnings: It’s Ron and Ella, so this isn’t going to be a Sunday quilting circle (although that would be kind of awesome . . .).
Status: Incomplete
Ron felt exposed. He’d worn his own face tonight, though with a stocking cap pulled down over his hair to hide the telltale Weasley red, and this time he was the one who’d taken Emil’s usual seat at the bar first. The fact “Blondie” had requested the meet made him nervous, if not bloody panicked. Of his two contacts, she was the one he hadn’t really dealt with, and during their last meeting she’d made his blood freeze. In his line of work you learned to trust your instincts around dangerous people, and Emil’s business partner had freaked him out more than anyone he’d met since that fucking fiasco with the stolen Ferrari and the cocaine-peddling arsonist midget from Barbados (the shite he’d kept from Harry and Hermione over the years, but there would be time to feel guilty about this latest little secret later). He’d built up a level of mutual understanding and respect with T/Emil, which wasn’t quite the same thing as trust but was enough to get them through their business dealings without either having to worry too much about getting a knife in the back.
And Blondie would know that, too, or at least T would. So her demanding to meet him like this without T as a mediator meant that T couldn’t make it, and Ron was already worrying about the implications of that. So he was on high alert, the role of ‘surly drunk’ perfectly fitting his anxious paranoid mood as he nursed his pint at the bar and hoped like hell he didn’t have to pull the pin on the grenade in his jacket pocket tonight . . .