Who: Ray and Lilith What: Ray is vulnerable, Lilith takes advantage When: Monday night, 3/7 Where: Seedy bar type place Warnings: None
Ray wasn’t in the mood for much of anything as of late. The strained dinner with Peter, followed by the spectacularly shitty conversations with Isobel and Eli left him feeling like a complete failure. He felt himself slipping and he wasn’t sure whether or not he wanted to stop it. He found himself pausing at ornate jewelry displays for a moment longer than necessary or checking out security systems around some of the jeweled masterpieces at the local museum. He was pick-pocketing more. Small trinkets like bracelets and earrings, with the occasional necklace or ring thrown into the mix. The were currently gathering dust in a small box tucked inside the floorboard under his bed.
He needed something bigger. Pick pocketing wasn’t filling the void, but he wasn’t quite ready to take the next step. He found himself wandering around downtown Seattle in the slightly seedier part of town and ended up drinking alone at the bar. Ray had already had a few shots of whiskey when a woman sat down in the stool next to him. Lilith was at the bar looking for muscle. Since coming to Seattle, she’d been less and less willing to get her hands dirty doing things for the Brotherhood that she deemed unnecessary. This particular assignment, while not necessarily unnecessary, she found excessive. Still, she knew better than to deny the new leader of the group (who, to her knowledge, no one had met yet). And so she found herself at the bar, dressed in denim and blue, a drink in her hand. Her intelligent green eyes scanned the crowd, looking for someone down on their luck enough to engage in something stupidly dangerous. Lilith wasn’t stupid.
When her eyes lit on the man at the bar, her expression widened into a smile. drinking alone and looking bereft. Perfect. She walked up beside him, and she slid up on the barstool and reached for his drink, taking it between her fingers and tipping it back, finishing it in one, long swallow. “Looking for work?” she asked him, her voice a sultry purr. Ray watched, distractedly almost, as her fingers took the drink easily from his hand and brought the glass to her lips, draining the drink. His mouth gaped slightly, though whether it was in shock at the audacity of the unfamiliar woman, in awe of her it was hard to tell. He had had enough to drink that he was dumbfounded for a moment, silent as he contemplated what to say. Ray managed to swallow once before lifting his hand up to the bartender to signal for two more.
“S’not cool takin’ another man’s drink,” Ray muttered, though he didn’t seem particularly offended by her actions. “What kinda work ya got?” he asked dryly, turning his attention to the bartender who was refilling his glass as well as a clean one. “There. Got ya one o’ yer own,” he informed her, pointing to the new glass. He brought his glass to his lips and began to drink, enjoying the slow burn that traveled down his throat. Lilith chuckled. Oh, this would be too easy. “What kind of work do you do?” she asked, leaning her side against the bar and watching him with eyes that said she had not picked him by accident. No, the Brotherhood did little by accident, and Lilith did even less. The fact that she was there, talking to him, meant she knew he was the kind of man to take money for things that were less than legal. “Not hurting anyone, nothing like that. Sending a message? Do you send messages, amor?” she asked, reaching back for the fresh drink without looking and wetting her lips with the amber liquid. At her question, Ray shrugged. "This an' that," he replied between sips as he contemplated what to say. He drank as she asked if he sent messages, and wondered how best to answer her. Messages were easy, unless someone decided to shoot the messenger. On a good day, one without alcohol for example, he'd be able to talk his way out of getting killed if it came to that. There was something about this woman that screamed danger, and Ray wanted that. Needed that.
"Delivery boy, tha's me," Ray replied with a cheeky smile. "Whatcha need delivering? Cause I've got a specialty in sparkly deliveries," he boasted, though he kept his voice quiet. His words were more akin to a statement of fact, and he took another drink as he waited for her next move. Lilith, who had only mildly changed her appearance for this meeting, smiled and put the drink aside. She leaned over the bar, and she wrote a list of names on a paper. Very well known names. Seattle billionaires who possessed priceless jewels, which were written beside their names. Below it all, a dollar figure. A very substantial dollar figure.
She handed it over to him. Ray watched her as she wrote, but was careful not to crowd her too much. When she slid the list over to him, his eyes widened only slightly. That was a good amount of money for something that didn’t seem quite so difficult. “All of them?” he asked, though he had a feeling she wanted them all. It was just a clarification on his part as the drink got pushed to the side. “How long?” he added. It was important to know the time frame, especially given the constraints that came with living with Peter. The bottom line made it more than worth it though. Absolutely more than worth it. She circled the top five. “Those in the next week,” she said. It was a challenge, and she knew it, but if he managed this, he would most certainly earn the attention of her higher ups. The Brotherhood was always looking for good brawn. And, yes, maybe the timeline was a little more aggressive than what had been posed to her, but if he succeeded, she would look good. And if she looked good, Hayley looked good. It was, in her opinion, worth the risk. She found it particularly telling that he didn’t ask why. It meant, she suspected, that he was accustomed to being a hired gun. That would make things easier. “Extra for confidentiality,” she added, unnecessarily. Ray considered the list carefully as she circled the top five. They were definitely big marks, but nothing impossible separately. Together, it posed quite a challenge. Especially considering Peter. “I’ll need supplies. And a delivery point,” he informed her, glancing up at her with clear eyes. He was by no means sober, but he wasn’t so drunk that he didn’t understand what he was getting himself into. “Seven days from tomorrow. The money will be wired wherever I want?” He didn’t want anyone finding out about it. She wrote down a drop point, somewhere she could get to without being seen, and somewhere she could get out of, if there was trouble, along with a time - midnight, seven days from then. “Anywhere you’d like,” she said, and she unrolled a wad of bills and handed over enough for any supplies he would need. “I look forward to seeing how you do,” she told him, and there was honesty there. She appreciated the art of a good job as much as the next con; he might surprise her.