Jayne Cobb (aintagirl) wrote in musingslogs, @ 2010-09-22 15:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | jayne cobb, poison ivy |
Who: Gael and Jimmy
What: Lunchtime bonding. Or not.
When: Right after this
Where: Hamartia 405
Warnings: One's a drug dealer, the other shoots people for a living. You can probably fill in the blanks. ...Also swearing.
After sending the last message, Gael sniffed in satisfaction and rose from his chair. He considered waiting to see if a reply would come, but decided against it; it wasn't like there was anything that would be said that couldn't be dealt with in ten minutes after he got himself upstairs.
It was the work of moments to get all his gear tucked away; while most of his things had already been stored, there were still various guns and knives strewn across any table-like surface - they all had to be cleaned before he could stow them properly, and the computer's glowing screen had managed to distract him enough that it still hadn't gotten done. Bad planning on his part, he would have to keep on top of it. But he would have to deal with that later, because now he had a growling stomach that wouldn't quit until it had been sufficiently filled, and no means to grill. That idiot's suggestion better be worth it, he thought He shoved everything back into their respective cases, tucked a (relatively) small handgun into his waistband to join the knife already in his boot, and, after locking the door behind him, headed up the stairwell.
Just as Jimmy had said, the place was easy enough to spot; there had to be at least seven different locks on the door, and those were just the ones he could see. He chuckled to himself at the other man's clear paranoia before knocking, then stood back to wait.