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Lex Dureno ([info]fleur_delis) wrote in [info]utr_logs,
@ 2010-01-10 11:40:00

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Entry tags:eliot spencer, lindsey mcdonald, sophie devereaux

Who: Sophie Devereaux, Lindsey McDonald, Eliot Spencer
What: Confronting Eliot's demons
Where: A dive bar somewhere in Texas
When: Last night
Warnings: I wouldn't read it at work


Lindsey McDonald wasn't entirely sure what was happening. He'd been living a peaceful life, more or less, away from the insanity. He had walked away, and though he knew Wolfram & Hart owned him because they had his soul on contract (assuming he even had a soul, sometimes he wasn't so sure), he thought they'd leave him alone until he died.

Was he dead? He didn't think so. He'd been laying on the couch, watching TV. He hadn't really panicked when the wind picked up. But he didn't like when it picked him up, and drop kicked him in to an alternate dimension. He hadn't done anything to call Wolfram & Hart's attention; he'd been careful to keep a low profile.

And yet. And yet. He was sitting in a bar in Texas, several hundred miles away from the apartment he'd been living in, and he was waiting for a beautiful woman who called him Eliot, and neglected to tell him her name. He'd ordered her a cosmo, and nursed a beer for himself. Something wasn't right, about the whole thing, and Lindsey was about to call it off and walk away, when he saw her.

She looked like something out of a movie, she was that beautiful to him. She was walking toward him and it was all he could do to stay where he was, and wait for her to approach him. He knew she was the one, the way she looked at him, and she had said he looked like someone she knew, whoever Eliot was.

Eliot, meanwhile, had slipped in to the bar a few minutes before Sophie. He wore a knit cap pulled down to his eyes, and a scarf to cover his chin. Dressed in casual, all black clothing, he had taken a seat at the back, somewhat hidden from Lindsey's range of view. He wanted to see without being seen, but already he knew. He could just tell.

Still, he kept his head down. He had no intention of announcing himself, unless Lindsey tried to scam or otherwise hurt Sophie. Not that he didn't believe Sophie could handle herself, but he would step in, and let his brother know his friends were off limits. His brother. And he'd kept his name. Lindsey. He could have been anyone, and he kept the name Lindsey. Eliot shook his head, and settled in to watch.

Lindsey stood when Sophie moved within a few feet of his table. He held out his right hand, and even from the distance, Eliot could see that it was a little too...perfect, a little too smooth, a little too...fake. Something was definitely not right, about this whole thing, but he stayed put. He wouldn't blow his cover, unless he had to.



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[info]fleur_delis
2010-01-10 11:57 pm UTC (link)
"As you should be." Lindsey nodded, with a conspiratorial air. "So tell me, lady of mystery. What is it you want?" It occurred to him she could be Wolfram & Hart. They did favor beautiful people, with a go get 'em attitude. If that was the case, he was likely playing right in to their hands, but he'd always played right in to their hands. Until they dealt him someone else's hand, in a very literal sense.

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[info]worstactressevr
2010-01-11 12:04 am UTC (link)
"Right now?" She shrugged lightly, absently tracing the rim of her glass with a finger before glancing up at him, a soft smirk teasing the corners of her lips.

"Mostly I'm just intrigued... to see if knowing an opportunistic lawyer who's not so fond of rules could turn out well for me or not."

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[info]fleur_delis
2010-01-11 12:08 am UTC (link)
"I imagine that depends on what you can do for me, in the long run. Not fond of rules, perhaps, but I do expect as good as I give."

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[info]worstactressevr
2010-01-11 12:11 am UTC (link)
"Oh, Mr. McDonald."

She chuckled softly, head canting as she glanced coyly away for a moment, catching Eliot's eye before she lifted her glass to take a sip, legs uncrossing before recrossing the other way.

"I've become quite good at giving back, don't worry."

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[info]fleur_delis
2010-01-11 12:17 am UTC (link)
Eliot picked up his drink, and sipped slowly, deliberately. He was beginning to feel restless. He wasn't so sure this was a good idea, anymore. He didn't know Lindsey, anymore. He didn't know what his brother was capable of, and he didn't like message in the man's posture.

Lindsey set an elbow on the table, his other hand absently fondling his beer. "Is that right?" His back was more or less to Eliot, not that he would have noticed in any case. His focus was mainlined to the woman in front of him. "We should take this somewhere a little more private, and see if we're compatible, then."

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[info]worstactressevr
2010-01-11 12:36 am UTC (link)
"Dare I ask what it is you want to talk about in private that can't be talked about here?"

Smiling, she folded her hands in front of her as she leaned in again.

"Tell me. While you're breaking rules, do you anyone who might get in the way? Family? A spouse somewhere?"

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[info]fleur_delis
2010-01-11 12:53 am UTC (link)
"Talking isn't quite what I had in mind." Lindsey lifted his beer to his lips, tongue caressing the mouth of the bottle before he took a sip.

Eliot shifted uncomfortably in his seat. If he could get Sophie out of there without blowing his cover, he would, but even with his disguise, Lindsey would no doubt recognise him on sight. They were identical twins, and though time had altered both their features somewhat, they were still nearly mirror images of one another.

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[info]worstactressevr
2010-01-14 04:37 am UTC (link)
"Apparently, it's not."

She smiled a bit, missing the earpieces Hardison so often provided them with... She wasn't sure where this was going, and as tempted as she was, she wasn't about to wander off with Eliot's brother without knowing what the deal is. She wasn't sure if he wasn't asking questions because he didn't want to answer, or out of a sense of mystery.

"I'm not so sure I'm that kind of girl."

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[info]fleur_delis
2010-01-14 04:47 am UTC (link)
"What kind of girl are you?" Lindsey asked. He shifted, eyes scanning the room. His gaze skipped right over Eliot. "Whatever your interests, I'm sure we could work something out."

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[info]worstactressevr
2010-01-14 04:58 am UTC (link)
"What sort of girl am I?"

She laughed lightly as she stood, clutch held lightly in one. "The sort that's going to powder my nose while thinking over your offer."

With a wink she moved off toward the back of the bar, past Eliot, and into the narrow hall that led to the ladies room.

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[info]thatswhatido
2010-01-14 05:01 am UTC (link)
Eliot watched Lindsey for a moment or three before moving to follow Sophie. Not for the first time, he damned the lack of wireless communications between them.

He moved in close, taking advantage of shadows and the narrow space. "What is he trying to sell you?" He may not have seen his brother for twenty years, but he read his body language just fine. Lindsey was up to something.

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[info]worstactressevr
2010-01-14 05:04 am UTC (link)
She glanced at him with a smile as he approached. "Can't really tell... He won't answer questions, and he'd like to take me off somewhere private.. flattering, perhaps, but not quite so charming I can't resist. I feel weird without my ear piece."

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[info]thatswhatido
2010-01-14 05:08 am UTC (link)
"No. Absolutely not. You're not going off with him without comms," Eliot shook his head. "We don't know what he's capable of. We don't really know anything about him." He adjusted his cap, to have something to do with his hands.

"You should leave now. I'll go deal with him." He didn't really expect that to fly, but he figured he'd put it out there. Lindsey was his brother, and he would feel responsible for anything Lindsey brought to the table. He wasn't going to let Sophie go off with him without backup.

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[info]worstactressevr
2010-01-14 05:14 am UTC (link)
"Eliot, Darling... I'm well able to work myself out of a tight situation, you know. I'll go claim a raincheck, and we'll try to remember how we learned stuff about people before we came to rely on Hardison."

With a grin she pat his cheek, then swept past him, moving back to the table with Eliot, coming up behind him and leaning to murmur in his ear.

"I'm thinking I prefer to keep the mystery alive, pretty. Don't suppose you'll let me have a raincheck for that trip to somewhere private?"

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[info]fleur_delis
2010-01-15 12:17 am UTC (link)
"That's too bad," Lindsey said with a shrug. "Sure you won't reconsider?" He lifted his brow. He wasn't sure where he'd gone wrong, but then he didn't know there was a whole other force at work.

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