InsaneJournal

WHO: Eames and Dream
WHAT: Does Morpheus approve of Somnacin? Enquiring minds wanna know.
WHEN: This evening
WHERE: Morpheus' flat
RATING: TBD
STATUS: In Progress



Eames didn't like feeling nervous. It made him fidget more than usual, which was why he had one hand shoved into his jeans pocket, wrapped around a small glass bottle. He would not fidget with a vial of Somnacin. His poker chip, though, was being spun over and round his fingers. Normally, he could guess how people would react to things, how he could tell them things and not have them lose their temper or laugh in his face, but he truly had no idea at all about how this next meeting was going to go.

Still, he wasn't going to find out by dithering in his living room, was he?

He was out of the flat and standing in front of Dream's front door in a couple of seconds, and then he twisted his hand round to catch his poker chip before knocking on the Boss's door.