Evonne hated pubs. She absolutely DESPISED them. They were dirty, dark, and smelly, and full of people who had the exact same qualities. She also hated the smell of alcohol, and hated the fact that she was growing more and more accustomed to it. She wanted nothing more than to be back in France in her own bed.
But, alas, here she was, dressed in her brothers clothes, pretending to drink out of a mug that she didn't trust enough to put her lips on. So, she just left it on the table, and every once in a while she would pretend to drink out of it just for appearance's sake.
She didn't know the man who had just slipped her a package full of money. He had never said his name. But it didn't matter to her, and the package she was now trying to put inconspicuously into her jacket wasn't her concern. Tomorrow she was supposed to deliver it to someone else. She was only the middle man - a pawn in the ludicrously large and confusing game of chess that was this so-called revolution.
Evonne was actually just on her way out. But the girl who had just walked in stopped her.
Mary, sweet little Mary...what was she doing in a place like this? She and Evonne had become good friends, writing letters back and forth to each other ever since the day Mary had walked into Evonne's shop. Evonne was dumbfounded by her presence in the pub, and even more shocked to discover that Mary had spotted her. Had she been recognized? Would her secret be found out? She couldn't run now, that would be too obvious. She would have to wait and see what Mary would do.
Evonne watched her closely, following Mary as she walked towards her. Then that man grabbed her - Evonne stood up abruptly, ready to help, but forced herself to stay where she was. She didn't want to cause any trouble, but she wanted desperately to hit that man as hard as she could to protect her friend. Maybe she had been spending too much time being a boy, because part of her - an overwhelmingly large part of her - wanted to fight this man.
Evonne steadied herself, and relaxed once she saw that Mary had taken care of the situation herself. Something about Big Jon - which apparently was enough to make the man let go of her. Evonne had no idea who Big Jon was, and didn't particularly care to find out.
But Mary had made her way over to her by that time. Thankfully Evonne was taller than she was - it helped with the facade. By the way Mary had addressed her, she hadn't recognized Evonne. In fact, it seemed she was being propositioned. Evonne didn't quite understand. It didn't click until she looked down at Mary.
"Sorry, what?" Evonne said, trying to hide the shock. "I'm...um...I'm not sure what you mean, mademoiselle."