grey_area (grey_area) wrote in halcyon_halls, @ 2008-04-22 02:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | grey, micah |
Week Eight: Friday
Who: Grey and Micah
Where: Between Heaven and Hell; private side-lounge
When: Just after 10PM
What: A meeting long delayed
The lounge had been aired and cleaned before the night rush had begun. Now it stank of the fetid cigarette smoke that refused to fully vent out from the constant smoking. There had been a large party in there previously, but Grey had sent them out. He had business to attend to.
Somewhere in Heaven and Hell, Micah was waiting. He knew he would show up. All he had to do, after all this time, was send a cryptic note and his nose led him. Some might expect a lot of planning went into this deal, but in reality it had taken minutes. The Full Moon was such an obviously exploitive event and something you learned about real quickly on the island. He'd borrowed a pen from the bartender and a card from the club, scribbled two words and the first letter of his name and handed it off to kNock for delivery.
Been Waiting. -G
The card said the room didn't open until 8PM. After nightfall. When a ton of shit wouldn't go between there and the school. Once Micah was there he let him marinate for some hours. This shit ran on Grey's time and not the other way around. That was an essential part of the Hustle, things ran on your time. He'd run into Jasper on his time. He called this meeting with Micah on his time.
The room had no windows and modernist eastern-european design modern retro black leather and chrome couches. Grey sat in a swivel seat in the middle of the room. The back high enough and his slouch so pronounced he couldn't be seen over the back, but for the sprawl of his legs. He was facing the door at a three-quarter angle, shot of Jaeger on the shining black table next to him, as Micah came in the door.
A shit-eating grin. "Micah! Howareya?"