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chardismastic) wrote2016-08-07 10:17 pm
chardismastic) wrote2016-08-07 10:17 pm
Entry tags:
- chloe frazer [ viraasat ],
- david rose [ tastemaker ],
- elena fisher [ tearsinajar ],
- garrett hawke [ bloodmagics ],
- harry flynn [ noterrol ],
- kyna midha [ evocation ],
- lara croft [ fortheglory ],
- lauren blackwell [ ashtraying ],
- melisandre [ voktys ],
- nathan drake [ nonscriptum ],
- samuel drake [ freebooting ],
- samuel drake [ meantforthis ],
- samuel drake [ seekingmyfortune ],
- selina kyle [ catburglary ]
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[ He's still not totally convinced that the silence is manufactured, Flynn on a bench bolted to the wall as he sulks at the indignity of incarceration. It would be exactly like the prick.
Either way, he gets there within the estimated hour though it takes longer than that to actually lay eyes on Harry. The way things go, unfortunately, between the ingratiating small talk and the legalese, the scrutiny of documents and the careful double-talk to see whence go the favors versus threats. After all that, Rafe isn't sure whether he wants to punch Harry in the face or buy him a drink. There are suspicions, naturally, but while Harry has done what he's done he's always been careful about it and there's nothing but the suspicions. His steady income courtesy of Adler Ventures is as much proof of legitimate income as it is criminal connection because Rafe is careful too.
Had Flynn been caught twenty minutes later they'd both been in the shitter but as it stands Rafe scrapes by with the mere promise of a charitable thought towards the local Patrolmen's Benevolent Association.
So once again— This has been your weekly showcase of Masterpiece Theater courtesy of Harry fucking Flynn. So Rafe feels more than entitled to offer some drama of his own as payback. When the on-duty lieutenant walks him back to the mass cell, he lets his eyes slide over Flynn with a frown before turning to the uniform and asking: ]
Which one of these is supposedly mine again?
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He doesn't sit up at first, electing instead to present two fingers to Rafe slowly and deliberately while he rests his eyes. Americans don't find it offensive, but he knows and that's what's important.]
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Oh, there.
[ Rafe waits only slightly impatiently while the copper fishes out keys to open the gate, ignores the flotsam that gravitates to the bars, each of them angling to be picked up as well — like stray dogs in a kennel, every one yowling for attention.
Once the gate is shut again and Harry's a free man, Rafe pauses and levels a dead-eyed stare at the boy in blue. ]
Ah, I believe Mr. Flynn is owed an apology for this whole business? And his effects, of course. [ A slight tilt of the head, eyes never leaving the cop's in spite of his obvious discomfiture. ] I've already received mine for having had to come down here but I think his time is worth a few words.
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[After a beat, Harry's eyes pop open and he rolls over, pulling himself up and to his fee. He makes his way over to the cop and his boss, stepping over Mr Drunk Prep School and scuffing his nice shoes in the process. Heh.
He leans through the cell bars, as ready to be done with this shit as he assumes everyone else is. But squashing the pride in this arsehole would help things just a little.]
I'm waiting.
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Rafe, for his part, offers a bland and ingratiating plastic smile before he claps Harry on the back. ]
There you go. Not too difficult.
[ They're the picture of nonchalant, strolling out the station, but as soon as they're past the desk sergeant Rafe mutters under his breath: ]
Get in the goddamn car, Harry.