“Busted,” Rhiannon said. She was faintly amused by the hammered end of Valerie’s straw and wondered if it served its function after her teeth did a number on it. The lime wedge in her vodka tonic came with a blue plastic sword that looked better suited to swashbuckling than any sword Rhiannon had ever used on a demon. The useful ones tended to be shorter, broad implements with heft to them.
“I’ve got an idea. When one of us decides to leave, the other goes, too,” she said, striking the bargain to remove any chance of argument. “That way, neither of us gets mysteriously offed.” Though in no particular hurry, Rhiannon retrieved a thin wallet from her pocket and counted bills to cover her drinks and tip. She didn’t desire a third and she wanted the flexibility to jump out of her seat and take off whenever. “I doubt we’ll get iced at the bar. It sounds like trouble happens on exit.”
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on 2013-09-08 05:54 am (UTC)“I’ve got an idea. When one of us decides to leave, the other goes, too,” she said, striking the bargain to remove any chance of argument. “That way, neither of us gets mysteriously offed.” Though in no particular hurry, Rhiannon retrieved a thin wallet from her pocket and counted bills to cover her drinks and tip. She didn’t desire a third and she wanted the flexibility to jump out of her seat and take off whenever. “I doubt we’ll get iced at the bar. It sounds like trouble happens on exit.”