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Re: Gomorrah Morning - 3/?
Date: 2012-11-24 09:53 pm (UTC)"Hey, I was wondering if you could help me with something." Charlie leans in and gives the cocktail waitress she's selected her best come-hither smile, gratified when she gets a similar one back.
"Depends on how expensive something is, darlin'."
"I'm looking for a friend of mine. Think he got caught up, and it's been a while. While I see the attraction of getting snagged in here," The smile widens into a flirty, almost feral flash of teeth, "I need him to come up for air for a little bit."
The waitress returns the smile and dips her tray slightly. "I need my load to get a little bit heavier." She winks. "For you, just a little."
Charlie obligingly trails a short line of caps across the corked surface of it, trades one more suggestive little look, then gets back to the point. There can be time for her fun later. "Well, they hooked up with a fella named Clanden, and-" The name is no more than past her lips before the girl goes sheet white and bolts, most of the caps scattering off of her tray.
Veronica scratches her nose as Cass shrugs and starts collecting the pocket shrapnel. "Um. That can't be good."
The cocktail waitress nearly bashes herself into the bar on her way to anywhere but Charlie, who keeps her face carefully neutral in case anyone else is taking note of the little ripples she's just managed to make. "Damn fishy."
Cass plucks up the last cap and dusts her hands off on her rear. "If the staff is that shit fucking scared we're not going to get a thing out of management. Whoever this Clanden asshole is, I bet he's got the run of the place."
Veronica crosses her arms and glowers. "Well, we can't depend on asking around now. Pestering people who don't want to tell you about other missing people never works. Ever."
Cass gives her a look and then turns back to Charlie. "What about pointing out to the Omertas you're House's attache, or whatever the fuck thing you are?"
"House's influence doesn't mean a damn thing once we're through those doors. I try to use it, we'll get the bum's rush right on out of here, and maybe get the doc killed. I can't go to the undead sonofawhore himself either, so don't even bring it up. All it'll do is waste time and get me some lecture on us all being big girls and boys." Charlie moves to grip the top of her hatchets and finds them absent. Keeping that neutral face gets slightly harder. "What the hell else are we going to do? It's pretty damn obvious that finding him less than quick now ain't an option."
"No shit." Cass snorts. "Fuck. We could start busting heads instead of giving tips?"
"As much as I'd like to, no." She spits, disgusted. "Only way we could work this out with misbehaving is by caving heads in."
"Not really an option."
"At present, no."
The little scribe brightens. "Ooh, I know! The King has a police dog, right? Those were trained to find people. We can-"
"Balls to that. If asking around is conspicuous, trailing a dog through the hallways will be like wearing a sign." Charlie sniffs.
Cass rolls her eyes. "Well the furball's probably our best bet at this point, so suck your little phobia right the fuck up and swallow it, princess. Ronnie and I will stay here and keep watch."
"Balls." Charlie heads for the exit, collects her gear, and breaks into a dead sprint as soon as she's through it.
Re: Gomorrah Morning - 3/?
Date: 2012-11-24 10:40 pm (UTC)Re: Gomorrah Morning - 3/?
Date: 2012-11-26 02:47 am (UTC)