Coin! Harry Dresden

Hey, I want a taste You're a black heart devil and I can't explain Why I wait for your face You're a hotel lover on the back end deal of this race Every night she seems to change her name Doesn't matter who you really are The back room where we sip champagne I can never seem to get enough

I ignite So hold on 'Cause we're about to light it up It's on tonight So hold on 'Cause we're about to about to light it up

The pub was the same as always and that in itself helped ease the tension Elaine was feeling. Mac had been eyeing her after she sat down at a table and not the bar, ordering nothing at first. She could feel him watching her as he worked, the feeling of uncertainty about why she was alone. It was a friendly worry, and she could see it in his expression when she did catch gazes with him.

 After serving another set of customers, Mac rounded the bar with two brown bottles of his ale. He placed them near her hand and stood looking over her a moment. Projecting her thoughts to him in a whisper, she stated simply, -(Thank you. He said he was on his way.)-

Mac’s usual grunt of understanding resounded softly and then he sat down. Elaine eyed him a moment, and pushed a bottle towards him. 

“For you,” he said quietly.

“You might need one too for this. I don’t think it’s good news,” her voice was low but reduced further to a whisper. “I think the Council knows I’m not such a minor talent.” Her eyes looked at the bottle, and she took a deep breath. Mac didn’t need to say anything, he knew what she meant and what was implied in her hushed tone.

“Harry?”

Her mousy blond hair jostled around her shoulders as she shook her head no. 

“A young Warden I didn’t know about caught me...” the word ‘killing’ felt gross in her throat before she could vocalise it. “Servitors. Lots of them. I didn’t know he was watching. I thought I was infiltrating alone. Young kid, young enough to be a captive and not with the Council.”

Mac grunted once more and pushed her open bottle of ale towards Elaine’s hand again. The woman took it and drank, a long gulp that drained nearly half the bottle. Mac cracked the slightest of smirks but it was gone before the bottle touched the table. “Heavenly,” she said with a soft smile to the man at her right. “Thanks for the encouragement. I’ll keep my chin up.” Elaine didn’t need to hear his thoughts through his words. She could feel them from the quiet man. He pat her hand with his twice and rose from the seat.

“Better bring two more.” 

The woman rubbed her hands together in a gesture and whispered, “ quinquaginta.“  

Harry frowned. He looked the man over, but unfortunately he was right. He had no idea who this person was. “Oh yeah? So what’s the name that goes with the unfamiliar face?”

@hbc-dresden

It was snowing outside. The flakes started slowly, large and fluffy. They quickly picked up their pace, though, forming a layer of snow over any exposed surface.

Amitiel’s coat had become covered in the large flakes, though Lahabiel’s coat was suspiciously clear of snow. She liked the looks of the flakes on the fabric of her coat, but he would rather not have to deal with a wet coat later.

They had paused, sitting at a table outside a small bistro, watching passersby.  The waiter obviously thought them a little odd to be sitting out in the snow with their tea, but they didn’t mind.  They watched as the waiter came back outside, carrying a tray with a few sandwiches they had ordered.

The dropping temperatures had frozen a slick of ice on the sidewalks, and some sections had yet to thaw under spread salt.  The waiter slipped, falling toward a particularly tall wizard as he walked by.  The angels saw this happening, and in the space of a blink, Amitiel was between the waiter and Harry, catching the waiter and the sandwiches before they could finish falling.

Lake Front Trail, Gold Coast, Chicago ...

Every new city meant a new chance to explore. Sometimes, early on, it was a new need to explore, depending how long she was staying and how easy it was to find a supermarket, or some kind of general store.

Once that was done, however, it was time to go looking for entertainment - which at this point meant go for a run along the trail toward the Navy Pier, meaning to check out the tall ship she’d heard was berthed there.

hbc-dresden 

“So I take it you don’t watch a lot of movies,” Harry muttered.

@hbc-dresden: 

“A goat? Why would- Oh, crap!” Harry hadn’t realised where his hands were. His only concern had been getting this woman to safety, and not so much how he did it. He let go of her and took several steps back. “Sorry about that, Hells’ bells.”