blytech (blytech) wrote in musingslogs, @ 2010-10-03 15:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | ratchet, roxanne |
Who: Wren and Blytech
What: Weapons drop
Where: Pool hall
When: Noonish
Warnings: Awkward ridiculousness
As Blytech climbed on his bike and started for the pool hall, it was with considerably less trepidation than the last time. Part of that was because it wasn't at night, part of it was because he had done this before. He knew what was going down. Wrapped up in a scarf and jacket, with gloves to keep his fingers protected against Seattle's biting winds, he switched his iPod to a Breaking Benjamin song at random and started down the street. He felt almost good about this, like he was doing something worthwhile, even though he didn't have a clue what the girl was doing with the weapon. As he thought about it, he realized he didn't even know her name. That was probably for the best, though. He couldn't be implicated in anything if he didn't know her name. A twinge of guilt made him frown. "Not my problem," he muttered to himself.
Putting thoughts about the girl out of his head, he dug into his pedals and pushed forward. It took him less time to reach the pool house than the last time. Between getting to class and running around town on his own, he'd gotten pretty fast. Chaining his bike in the same place as last time, he left it and headed inside. He sat in the same seat at the bar, ordered a Coke, and shrugged out of his jacket. She had said she remembered him, but he didn't know if he believed her. It wasn't like he was cool enough to be memorable. He remembered her, of course. She'd kissed him and it had been nice. Better than nice.
Swallowing, he reached for his Sprite and began to steadily drink it through the straw, waiting.