Lindsey McDonald (oklahomalawyer) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-10-28 15:24:00 |
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Current location: | Avarice |
Current mood: | curious |
Entry tags: | ben bale, lindsey mcdonald, place: la |
Making Amends?
Who: Lindsey and Ben
Where: Avarice
When: Tuesday Night, Oct. 26
For anyone who wasn't quite enough in the know (and, really, who was?), to see Lindsey McDonald walk into Avarice would make people think that he had a death wish. Since it had been so long since he had been in here (and he had picked a night where David was working at Saints and Sinners instead of here), no one would immediately think to look and make sure he walked in. It was when he found Ben Bale making the rounds of greeting and being social to customers that this was more given away. He simply walked up to Ben, tapped him on the shoulder, and took a step back as Ben turned around and simply said, "Hello, Ben," to him.
"...you..." Ben said as he turned around, eyes going momentarily wide, before closing into a death-dealing glare. "Nevermind the fact that you're WALKING... what the hell are you doing in MY club?"
"We need to talk," Lindsey said. "And it's something that I figured that you'd want to know about." While Ben looked pissed, Lindsey's face was a blank. Ben could be as angry at Lindsey as he wanted to be. Frankly, Lindsey didn't care. In his mind, he had been doing his job, and that was all there was to it.
"I... will accept that it must be important." Ben admitted, before smirking. "Because you know you're risking your goddamn life even BEING here. So talk. And make it good, because if I'm not interested within one minute, you're being thrown out."
"I wish you'd try something," Lindsey pointed out. "I didn't get to walking again because of physical therapy." And there that was said. "It's about the fucker dicking around in people's dreams." He handed over a file that he was carrying to Ben. "Seems the bastard doesn't discriminate. He's killed three of our employees."
"Well, well." Ben mumbled to himself, looking at the file with an impressed sigh. "Trust me when I say I'll take care of this. This... thing... almost killed a member of my family. And even if the REST of us weren't after him now... believe me when I say my cousin Neely is out for blood."
"So I heard," Lindsey said simply. "Apparently I did catch your attention, though. Good. Care to sit down and talk about this like civilized people now?" He wasn't looking for forgiveness. He was just tired of Benjamin Bale pretending that he was high and fucking mighty, honestly.
"I suppose we could do that. Just remember that I'm as rotten as you are, McDonald." He warned, raising an eyebrow. "And if you fuck with anyone I love, ever again? Forget crippling you. I swear to God I will put a bullet in your head."
"Won't keep me out forever," Lindsey said simply. "Perpetuity contracts are fucked up like that." He looked at Ben. "And you're right. You're just as rotten as I am. You just picked a different side to be rotten for."
"So... what exactly did you wish to talk about, that isn't already in this file?" Ben asked, smirking. "You surely can't be expecting us to sit here and sing a jaunty tune together..."
"While amusing, not exactly," Lindsey said, sitting down at an empty table. "Not everything's in that file, actually. There's something that I only learned tonight, kind of by accident, actually."
"And what is that?" Ben asked, while silently gesturing to the bartender to bring both he AND Lindsey a drink.
"Apparently the asshole can only be killed if you manage to yank him out of his dream world or astral plane or whatever you want to call it," Lindsey said.
"Really." Ben took that in, sighing as he began, already, thinking of potential ways to go about bringing Abaddon out of the dreams.
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"Look, the file explains how he does the dream thing better than I can," Lindsey pointed out. "This is what you guys do. Apparently it has to be done by someone that's good through and through, which is why none of us can do it, obviously."
"Someone good." Ben repeated. Well fuck... that took HIM out of the equation. But then it hit him. Someone who was a truly good and sweet person, down to her very core. Someone who would likely WANT to do this, for VERY personal reasons. Someone who had their life ruined by the demon. "Thank you, Lindsey. Stay as long as you like. Drinks are on the house today. And if this works like you're claiming it will... consider things square between us."
Lindsey nodded. "Good," he said about things being square between them. They wasn't why he had done this, but he'd take it as a nice side affect. He almost wanted to say 'sorry about Faith, but it was just business' but figured that would just start shit again, so he decided against it.