Re: Party grounds: Leena/Ronan
Hearing from Ronan was a bit of a relief, but she hadn't heard from Sadie yet, which was -- she was trying not to be worried, but she wasn't sure she was succeeding at all there. It helped to have to call the car around, as she still couldn't drive -- she'd have to ask Damian about lessons after this. Fuck. Lessons. It was easier just to call and have the shiny black SUV pull up. Besides, it gave her a chance to check her phone every couple minutes to see if she'd heard back from Sadie yet.
Dream a little dream of me by Doris Day was playing over the speakers, quietly, and it wasn't nearly as creepy as some other renditions she'd heard. It was nice, sweet, and she hummed along as the driver took her to meet Baskin. The jeans she'd changed into rustled as her foot bounced, and she glanced out of the windows nearly as much as she glanced at the screen of her phone, waiting. Baskin -- Ronan -- wasn't a minion. He was more like Jack in her head, less like Damian and even less like Misha, but all of them were filed under non-threatening. The change of venue didn't mean much, and the driver slowed as they drove into the mostly abandoned lot, but she called out to stop when she finally saw a head poke out between several buildings.
Popping the door open, she slid out, hair down and around her shoulders, t-shirt hidden beneath her black hoodie. "Ronan?"