Dex (dexterous) wrote in ourtruecomms, @ 2009-05-02 00:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | dexter henley, jacqueline 'jax' creedy |
Who: Dex (Dresden) and Jax (Constantine)
What: Drinks
Where: Chicago
Warnings: I'll let you know
Dex had picked up the skull at the warehouse and had it safely tucked away in a bag, surrounded and padded in old newspapers. Dex thought if the skull was sentient, being stuffed in a bag had to be insulting, but he'd done as Harry instructed, even if he'd seen no proof of any kind of magic in the skull. Maybe it had been sitting around too long. Maybe Bob's spirit had found a way out, and had moved on. Dex doubted that, figured if anything, the air spirit was asleep, maybe for good. Harry would be disappointed, but at least Dex had the skull.
He slung the bag over his shoulder and went in to the bar where he was meeting Jax. He took a dimly lit booth, so that he could keep the bag at his side, fairly hidden, but close so he could touch it, reassure himself it was there, from time to time. He was not going to be happy, if he had to lug the skull around with him, everywhere he went, now, to keep if safe. He wouldn't be able to work, or date, or...anything.
"I am not babysitting, damn it. Soon as I get home you're going in a safe or something," he muttered with a sneer at the bag. He smiled pleasantly as a waitress bobbed over, and he ordered a drink. He could have sworn the bag moved, just slightly. He sighed and leaned on the table. That drink couldn't come soon enough.