The Spiral III

Aug 3rd, 2011 11:06 AM

“Fath,” Daysha stopped, forgetting that he was no longer a cloth-ed man. “Rory, I think our goals are the same. I want to help you.” Giving Rory Gordon a small smile despite their serious conversation.

Then he had to go and mention holy water. Are you fucking serious?

“Well, unless your Holy Water is laced with some sort of flammable liquid and you have something that will stay lit to throw at them. Not to mention, your crosses have sharp pointy ends or maybe a nice long sharp knife at the end; you’re not gonna make it long.” Putting her hand up in a stop motion opposite of Rory. “Believe me, I’ve seen that go sour.” Yeeesh...

“I know I’ve bombarded you tonight. I’m sorry for that. For some reason, I just don’t want to... ya know, read about you in the paper.” Like the obituaries.

**Cayce** · Aug 3rd, 2011 02:57 PM

"Mkay, Derevko, then." Lexi rolled her eyes and shifted in her seat, toying with the bottle in front of her. "Guess I'll start with night life and get the boring out of the way first. I don't know if you've noticed, but Sac-town's kinda boring in the night life arena. I mean, its not bad, but its not really the same as being in one of the big cities. Your population of clubs is small, as are the large music and artsy venues. I mean, I know its the state capital, so it can't really have all of that, but I'm used to a bit more. 'Guess it's good for a break every now and then," she mused, trailing off a bit.

"Let's see, moving on now to the day job. Hmm, day job, daaaaay job. How should I explain it? Ah, I know," Lexi threw out, sitting forward and gesturing with her hands. "I belong to an organization, a club you would call it, and I help administer some of the less important aspects of said club as well as plan events. I also support the art trade and am looking for a club to buy into. You'd be surprised how funding can generate itself."

Aug 4th, 2011 01:43 PM

Great, I'm sat here with some goddamn party girl half my age. Thanks so much, Jackson. What the Hell're you doing hanging out with some rich airhead anyway? Family, my scarred ass. Even if that weren't a goddamn asspull, she'd've kicked the shit outta this girl.Derevko thought, as he listened to Lexi talking. Art trade. Clubs. Nightclubs. It was amazingly dull.

"That must be uh, interesting for you," the scarred Agent said. "All those... uh... events. Can't say I go to that sort of thing myself, but I figure it must be a lot of planning."

**Cayce** · Aug 4th, 2011 03:54 PM

"Oh, it takes soooo much planning," Lexi snarked back. "Look, I appreciate the attempt at conversation, but why ask something like that if you weren't interested in the answer? What, if I had said I was a baker, or cook or something, would you have started talking about recipes or that kinda stuff? I'm guessin' no." She raised an eyebrow at the DHS Agent, challenging him to disagree, and slid out of the booth with bag in hand. "If you'd excuse me for a moment," she said, walking to the back of the bar, headed towards the restrooms.

While the Abbey-gal was walking, she began digging through the inside of her purse, rooting through some of its contents until she caught sight of the glorious, powdered refuge hiding inside it. A grin formed on her lips as she imagined the night brightening, a ghost of that electric feeling tracing through her limbs; but only a moment later that phantom of bliss was obliterated by a sharp spike of annoyance when the bathroom door refused to move.

"Oh come the fuck on," Alexis spat, rapping on the door several times, interrupting Daysha Jackson and Rory Gordon 's discussion.

**Rory** · Aug 4th, 2011 04:23 PM

Rory furrowed his brows and Daysha Jackson a curious look. He had assumed that 'vampires' were rooted in fact, and most likely more... developed... possessions or some similar manifestation. As agents of corruption and fear, and the blood was representative of life, as...

He jumped at the sound of the door, his thoughts scattering and the reality of what they were doing jarred him. Vampires or demons, priest or no, the immediate problem was him being in the wrong bathroom.

It brought back memories of experimenting with cigarettes and chewing tobacco in the boys home, and he gave Daysha a curious look and opened his hands in a What Now gesture. Maybe she could just tell whomever it was to come back...?

Aug 5th, 2011 01:32 PM

Because let's be fucking honest, I'm no genius, but you haven't got the sense of a slug, and what're we gonna bullshit about? 'Oh, yeah, it's totes cool all those times you got stabbed amirite? Let's sniff some glue and get laid!' And girl, if you could cope with being a fucking baker, I'm Miss Universe. In drag. Derevko thought drily, quirking an eyebrow.

"...Y'know, I can cook, and that would have been vaguely interesting. But hey, thanks for assuming that I have a dick, so I can't fucking figure how food works. Or conversation," the scarred Agent said drily. Well, Hell with this. Why the fuck was everyone gravitating towards the bathroom anyway? He was starting to get the feeling that there was an orgy going on, and he wasn't invited.

He went back to the bar for another Jack and coke.

Aug 5th, 2011 07:12 PM

My kid does not annoy me this much Lexikins!

Daysha didn’t budge when she heard the pounding on the door. “Easy there killer.” Catching Rory jump. She turned and glared at the door as she heard Alexis Kane ’s voice. “Lexi, take a pill.” Or snort some coke. “I’m in a meeting, we’ll be out in a few.” Give Agent J Derevko a lap dance or some shit.

Daysha looked at Rory Gordon , who was clearly not knowing what to do with all the stuff she just spewed at him. “Rory, I know I just probably turned your world upside down and you’ve got enough crap to deal with. If you don’t want to make a decision now, that’s fine.”

Shrugging she spoke. “Maybe we could grab a bite to eat tomorrow or something.” Her voice couldn’t be clearer that she wasn’t asking him on a date. “We could hash things out if you want.”

**Rory** · Aug 5th, 2011 11:26 PM

Rory glanced at the door, wondering how many times Daysha Jackson had been somewhere she shouldn't and had someone beating on the door.

"Yeah, that's... a lot to process." He sighed, still not sure what to think.

And yet, it was almost too much coincidence, as if He were providing another set of hands. If he thought she meant anything else by her offer, it didn't show. He'd had enough people seeking advice buy him lunch "just because" to not attach any significance to it.

He cocked his head towards the door and grinned. "Late lunch, ay?"

Aug 6th, 2011 03:07 PM

It was Samuel who had told Harlowe about this place. He had been to the Spiral a small handful of times throughout a couple of months, getting to know a few faces and listening to what tidbits of information came his way. The young woman hadn't even wanted to come down initially, but she was doing it as a favour. Samuel had a job out of town, and he wanted someone who wasn't Uncle Tommy to hang around in his stead.

It wasn't a huge favour, but she was going to make damned sure he repaid her. Sure, his heart was in the right place in getting her to socialise; but she didn't need him, of all people, to try and psychoanalyse her.

It was with a rather foul mood that Harlowe stepped into the bar, surveying it first with a critical eye before stepping deeper inside the unfamiliar environment. Like anyone with good sense in a place like this, she moved automatically to the bar to order a beer. She would knock one back, have a little unobtrusive listening session, strike up friendly banter if she loosened up enough, and then head on home.

If there was enough time left in the evening, she might even take a little walk to familiarise herself with the streets. What she wasn't going to do was get pissed; because that never turned out well for her.

**Cayce** · Aug 6th, 2011 03:13 PM

Lexi glowered at the door with arms crossed. "Seriously Day? Couldn't you have booked a Motel or something?" she snapped, the edge in her voice sharp enough to cut metal. "'Cause you could damn well carry out the 'meeting' someplace else. I mean, really girl, what are you doing in there?"

The abbey-gal could almost picture what she thought was going on behind the locked door but she'd rather hear the Detective stumble over it. Alexis smiled as she thought about it, deciding that she liked the cop quite a bit more now, no matter what was actually going on behind the door.

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