Do we have an accord? Who: Jezebelle and Linnea Where: Scarlet Oak Public Library When: 6:15pm
Since she didn't have a shop to sell from and she no longer had her sire around to distribute for her, Jezebelle had been forced to establish a new routine when it came to dealing. She'd never been the go-to person, preferring to let Dixen deal with the customer, but with him gone she had no one else to be the face of her operation. Though her lab was in her house, there was no way she was going to have junkies coming to her door, begging for a hit. Instead, she'd chosen various locations all over town, making one hour appearances on specific days of the week. Wednesday was the library, and she could be found there from six to seven o'clock in the evening. It wasn't the best arrangement ever, but it was better than them tracking her down and she could read while waiting.
Linnea knew that really, this was not the way to react to everything that was happening in her life. So things were a little rough. So her oldest daughter could no longer talk quite right and her middle was clearly doing drugs and getting bitten by vampires while the youngest... who even knew what Satu got up to other than abusing the waterfall with her bat? But the final straw had been when she sat down to check her email and found one from Dagmar's friend, Bren, about something her husband had done. All of her children knew better than to bring those things to Linnea's attention because of a very simple, easy to grasp fact - she was not capable of handling them. It was bad enough to have to know what he did to her without knowing anything else. What did Bren expect her to do? Slap Jokull on the wrist, tell him that he had misbehaved and to not do it again? If Linnea so much expressed that she knew what he had done... no. No. She had to get it out of her mind and there was always one thing that had helped with that.
Which was why she found herself in the library a little after six, heading towards a very specific section where only one rather pale woman sat reading, a rhododendron settled onto the table as well. That's her? Huh, never what I would have imagined. "Good evening," Linnea said politely as she sat down at the same table. "Jez, I'd presume?" If not then Linnea was going to be quite curious about why someone was sitting there at complete random with that flower.
Jezebelle had chosen a rhododendron for a very specific reason: because it was a toxic flower, her signature, and it meant beware. It seemed rather fitting. It was how potential clients knew to look for her wherever she might be. As the woman sat down across from her, Jezebelle looked up from her book, curious. There was only one reason someone would track her down by name in a place like this... even if it was the library. "Quite possibly," she said, marking her page and closing her book. "Depends on what you're looking for."
Why did things like this always have to be so... shady? Oh, right, they were illegal. That tended to be a problem when it came to just hanging a sign and openly proclaiming what was being sold. Too bad because it would have been less of a strain on Linnea's nerves to do it this way. "I'm looking for something to calm my nerves, mellow me out." Get me to forget that I have one of the most messed up families to ever exist and that they drag more messed up people into my life. "I've heard good things about your products and was thinking that if the price was not unreasonable, we could come to an agreement."
One of the first things Jezebelle had done upon moving to Scarlet Oak was memorize all the members of the police force. The last thing she needed was one sitting across from her and not to know it. This woman was not familiar in any way and, while her heart beat fast, Jezebelle thought it might be more due to the situation in general. She seemed legit, even if she didn't look the sort to buy drugs. Then again, Jezebelle didn't look the sort to sell them. "Do you know what you want, or are you looking for suggestions?" Jezebelle asked, then slid a piece of paper and a pencil over to the woman. "I'd like to think I'm easy to work with." Meaning, she knew the going rates and believed hers to be competitive, while not too cheap.
Linnea usually encountered a problem when she bought drugs from a new source - her appearance. No one expected someone who looked like a mother to be out buying drugs but really, who needed them more? "No, I know just what I want," Linnea replied, accepting the paper and pencil. Had she not known then Linnea would not have even come. Her first time buying drugs had been a disaster of almost epic proportions because she had asked too many questions. Doing that again was very low on her list of priorities. After tapping the pencil for a moment, Linnea wrote down her request - a dime of the finest marijuana available - along with a price that she believed to be reasonable for it. Money was never much of an issue with her thanks to Jokull's job. Satisfied, and pleased with herself for remembering to write in English, Linnea slid the paper back to Jez. "I think that that covers it for now, I'm not really very difficult to deal with either."
Jezebelle slid the request back across the table and read it over, mentally doing the match. The price was about right, and the product was one she could provide. Marijuana was one of the simplest, since it required only her green thumb, rather than the chemist within. "I can do that," Jezebelle said, reaching into her bag to pull out a small jeweled purse. The purse was one of the few magical items she'd ever owned, but it was the most important by far. Within she kept a stash of drugs, yet if anyone else opened it they would find it empty. After shifting the contents around for a moment, she nodded once, then looked up at the woman. "Can you do this now?" she asked, closing the purse up for the moment. Here and now she felt safe. If the woman left, then she'd have to establish a new location where she knew her surroundings, so it was far easier if done immediately.
Oh good, Jez had what Linnea wanted. At first she thought that the woman had consulted a list but then she realized that no. And now she was... looking through a little purse? Maybe she keeps a list in there... or it's magic. Jokull had something sort of like that, an enchantment on the pockets of his jackets that allowed him to carry blood without risking it breaking. Curious, Linnea tilted her head a little in an attempt to see what it was the woman was doing. "Here?" Linnea asked before she could help herself. It seemed a little odd to be making such a deal in a library, but she supposed that stranger things had been done. "Yes, I could do it here." Linnea had made sure to take out a pretty chunk of cash before coming. She knew how deals like this worked and unlike everything else that she bought, checks and credit cards did not quite work. "Do you need to leave to retrieve it?"
While it might seem odd, no one was going to be able to walk up to Jezebelle and find drugs on her. They could open her bag, open the purse, and go through her pockets, only to find nothing. That was the importance of the magic spelled on the bag. Until the money was handed over, Jezebelle wouldn't produce a product, and should things go wrong right then and there? Well, that's what shadows were for. Never did she go into a transaction without a plan for a fast get away. This woman didn't seem the sort, though, so she wasn't too worried. She'd dealt with shadier figures and been just fine. "No, I've got it," she said, opening the purse again. This time, she withdrew an envelope and laid it on the table, her hand resting atop of it. "I've been doing this for years, love. It gets easy after a while," she said with a smile that showed off her fangs.
Linnea was not going to lie and say that she was not surprised by this little turn of events. Especially when Jez smiled and revealed that she had fangs. I'm buying drugs from a vampire... well isn't that just interesting? A vampire who could easily be five times as old as her and still look this young. With drugs. So either they're better than expected or worse because she knows that she can get away with it. "I see," Linnea replied at last, opening the clasp on her purse and slipping a hand inside. There, in the small, zipped and buttoned off compartment cut into the side just for things like this was the money. Perhaps a little more than they had agreed on, but Linnea had expected the need to barter more. A little extra for the fact that it was a new dealer who happened to be a vampire... why not? Shrugging, Linnea extended her hand, palm down over where Jez's rested, waiting for the hand to turn and take it. "You'll find the proper amount there."
"Easiest exchange ever," Jezebelle smiled, taking the offered cash as she released the envelope of drugs. She brought it back close to her before counting it quickly, then slipping it into her purse. "Does the lovely lady have a name?" she asked. "Seeing as how you know mine..." It would be nice to know who she'd done business with, even if it wasn't the woman's real name. Then she could at least refer to her as something in her mind. "You can contact me at this number," Jezebelle said, taking a card out of her purse and handing it over. It was white with only a single phone number on it, written in gold, and a red rose imprinted in the corner. "If you need anything else."
Definitely going down as one of the easiest exchanges for Linnea as well. She took the envelope and slipped it into her purse, glimpsing down to make sure that it was indeed what she had paid for. Yes, everything looked to be in order, so Linnea hooked her purse back up and slipped it over her shoulder before turning her attention back to Jez. "Yes, my name's Linnea." She saw no reason to give a false name if only because if Jez was going to rat her out to someone then she had the resources to turn the table - and to get out of it with nothing more than a slap on the wrists. Accepting the plain card, Linnea studied it for a moment. A little red rose on the corner, how quaint. "I'll keep this for future occurrences." Of which hopefully there would be none. Linnea did not want to return to her old ways. "If that's all, then it was a pleasure to have this little meeting, Jez, and I hope that you have a successful evening." She offered a pleasant smile before smoothing out her blouse. Maybe she would check out a good book to read on the way out, give her a reason to have actually been in the library. The last thing she needed was one of the busy-bodies from the PTA to be wondering what she was up to.