Topic: A Lost Lamb

Erinalle Dunbridge

Date: 2006-12-19 17:58 EST
Erin knew WestEnd well now. She slid through the streets with relative ease, finding herself in front of a rather beat up old bar. She'd heard the brawls out front late at night... grimy and too violent to even bother seeming fun. She pushed down the hood of her black hoodie and slipped inside. Deciding it would be best not to look like herself, she was in jeans and a teeshirt, a normal black zippered up hoodie keeping out the unseasonably mind weather.

Feet took her to the bar where she ordered a whiskey. The tender was crass; a large burly man with bulging arms. He slid her some sort of whiskey concoction housed in a grimy mug. She lifted it and went to settle in an out of the way booth, eyes watching the commons. A long breath in then let out.. she hoped she was in the right place.

Alain DeMuer

Date: 2006-12-19 19:15 EST
It is just as Erin is taking her seat that Alain comes in. Maybe he watched her come in. Three guys with the same insignia on their armbands and jackets walk out at the same time, giving anyone in their way a sneer, but the mercenary pays no attention to them other than to set a hand on one's shoulder as he steers himself around. He takes a glance around the bar, and on his second glance, he finds Erin. Just a moment later, with a vodka double in hand, he's joining her, taking a seat across from her. The upturned collar of his leather jacket eases down from around his neck as he slouches some, showing the butt of his blaster sticking out of its side holster. Both eyebrows come up, and he gives her a small grin: "Did you bring letters for me, my love?"

Erinalle Dunbridge

Date: 2006-12-19 19:24 EST
My love? Erin's brows shot up and she giggled a little, digging into her purse to pull out a manilla envelope, sliding it across the table, keeping her hand atop it.

"It was hard to find the right words, darlin' But, I kept at it until I did." She paused to take a sip with her other hand.

"I hope you like them." The glass was replaced on the table top. "That they keep you warm at night." She would wink, and giggle a little more, another nudge of the envelope forward.

Alain DeMuer

Date: 2006-12-20 20:48 EST
He takes the envelope off the table, smirking at her all the while until it's in his lap... and then he takes a peek. His eyebrows go up, and he grins at her again: "Enough to make a man like me blush. Now what would your beloved have to say about such a thing?" He shakes his head and tucks the envelope safely away inside his jacket... then pulls out another, much smaller, pushing it across the bar at her. "What I owe you for such a heartfelt expression of your feelings for me. You've earned it, love." He drains his vodka with a grimace and sets the glass down, watching her reaction. He's taken an awful risk... hopefully it'll pay off in the long run.

Erinalle Dunbridge

Date: 2006-12-20 21:06 EST
"Blush?" She giggled a little and shook her head as she took the envelope sliding it to her lap as well before taking a small peek. Her brows go to the ceiling and she just slides it in her bag. "I didn't think you loved me that much." A bite to her bottom lip as she smiled at him.

Erin paused and then threw back what was left of her drink. "Oh, darling, these meetings in the dark. Such torture for my soul." Just couldn't help herself and she rolls her eyes at him. For Erin it was a game.. like playing house.. only a bit more risky. Feet start to move for a retreat, but she pauses, in case he has anything else to say.

Alain DeMuer

Date: 2006-12-20 21:09 EST
"Another night, another motel room, babe. That's the game we have to play for now." He just grins and kicks his feet up, letting her leave. Figuring on chilling out for a while, seeing if anyone follows her or if anyone who sticks around is paying too much attention to them.

Erinalle Dunbridge

Date: 2006-12-20 21:12 EST
Erin stood, leaning over the table to brush a kiss across his cheek. "I think I'll live..." A wink and she stood, pulling her coat closed as she passed through the grungy bar and back onto the street. A look left and then one right and she rejoined the moving crowd of the city. Erin wasn't stupid... she took a long way home, roundabout and doublling back. She'd get there eventually.