Luckily, since the last time they'd met up, she'd managed to get her apartment fixed up from her momentary rampage that had left that shabby place in shambles. The television was replaced with a pristine new flat screen, the coffee table had been exchanged for a brand spankin' new mahogany one that was significantly more sturdy than the previous had been. She'd even said to hell with it and got herself some new furniture, including a new couch and some other smaller chairs for sitting in. She didn't know why, it wasn't like she ever got company.
But this time, it came in handy as she heard the familiar light rapping on her front door two hours after those texts were sent out. Instead of waiting for Ronnie to open the door, she moved to open it for him. She'd been nervous those two hours that passed almost dreadfully slow, twitchy as could be at the vague information of text sent to her that had her questioning who the mention of who she was.
Surely enough, those were answered when that front door swung open and the face that she knew all too well had her tipping her chin to the pristine man in a black and white suit, toting a woman behind him. "Ronnie... glad you made it," she murmured, her tone not sounding all that pleased or friendly. She wasn't trying to be rude, far from it, but new faces made the Dhampyr antsy.
"Good to see you again, Dev. And you're doing better," he noted, slipping through the doorway when Dev let them through. "There's someone I'd like you to meet. Devon, meet Haven Margeux. She's... an old friend," he muttered the last, stepping inside with a slight tilt of head as he assessed the new home improvements made. "Nice touch," he complimented.
The woman in question was slight in frame yet held curves in all the right places, dressed in black from nearly head to toe. Black leather jacket over a loose black tank top, black jeans that left hardly anything to the imagination. Knee high soft leather boots that had heels to shoot her from her normal height of 5'4 to 5'6. A wild mane of curly hair fell in a thick curtain to her shoulder blades and though her face held delicate roundness that would lead one to believe innocence or perhaps even sugary sweetness, her eyes held a touch of cold calculation. It was hard to tell if they were always that way, or merely the business-like situation. "Nice to meet you," said through pursed thick lips as she trailed after her associate. "Ronnie here explain the situation at all?" As if getting right down to business.
She'd stepped out of the way when they'd entered, pausing to take a full assessment of her own to the new face that had shown up with the old. "No, but I'm not surprised," she grumbled under her breath, closing the door when the two had made their way into the apartment. "Go ahead and take a seat, need anything to drink?"
"Rather just get down to business, Dev," came from Ronnie as he moved over to one of those new chairs and settling himself down into it. One leg crossed over the other, fingers clasping and resting leisurely on the thigh of the raised leg while elbows propped on the arms of the chair. "If that's alright with you."
Haven followed next, taking the chair on the other side of the room. Easing herself into the seat with a gentle creak from the leather jacket, she swung that leg over to mimic Ronnie's but didn't take as much of a business approach to her stature. She leaned on one armrest, her hand coming up to tuck a fist beneath a wide and angled jaw, her eyes seeming to assess Devon just as much as she'd been. "Getting down to business would be nice," she added in, glancing between the two.
"To business then," she sighed, trailing on after the visitors to nestle herself in the cushions on the couch between them. He hadn't said it was an intervention, but sitting between the two, it was starting to feel like one. "So, please. Before I lose my fucking mind, talk. What's going on?" She didn't look at Haven when she said it, instead was bearing her gaze on Ronnie, since he was someone she was much more familiar and comfortable talking to. Bringing a new face around, especially right to her home, dubbed an explanation.
His head bowed in a slow nod, glad the other two felt the same way. "Glad we're on the same page, then." A slow sigh left him as he looked Devon head on, glancing over to Haven for a moment. "I'm taking a leave of absence indefinitely. I have some... things... that need my attention elsewhere. I'm not sure how long I'll be gone, Haven here is going to be taking care of your business from now on."
That cool gaze scanned between the two, waiting for that information to sink in. She didn't bother speaking, didn't raise a finger to aide in the explanation. She merely watched. She'd been told of Devon, her plight and had known Ronnie long enough that she'd offered to take over for however long the man was going to be gone. But the question would be if Devon would even accept it.
Her eyes looked between the two like she didn't quite believe it. After eyeing Haven for a moment, she turned her heady gaze on to Ronnie. "So, what? After years of dealing with you... you expected me to just be cool with being handed off like one of your kids to Grandma's house while you go on a business trip?" Her brows rose, not so much insulted as she found it laughable. "I don't need a fucking babysitter, Ronnie."
There was a twitch to the corner of his mouth, hinting at a smirk that he bit back with some own willpower. "Interesting analogy..." He glanced at Haven, wondering how she felt about being the metaphorical Grandma in this situation before drawing his eyes back to Devon. "I know you don't. But I may be gone for weeks... months. I don't know how long it'll be. You trying to tell me you can wait that long without a fix without losing your shit again?" His brows lifted as he couldn't quite believe that.
"Here's the deal, sugar." Finally speaking from her long moment of silence, giving a light wiggle of hips to re-adjust in the chair. Her head tilted to the side, letting that long mane fall over her arm. "You can either take my business or go without. I'm not here to be your... Grandma." She narrowed those cold eyes that a moment before had nearly been blank, like a flip of a switch. Only for them to return to being blank a moment later. "You think I won't pick my ass up out of this chair and walk if you don't like it? I'm not here to waste your time, so don't waste mine." She was a bottle of hot sauce, taken at your own risk and might leave a burn in your mouth for long after it's gone. But she knew what she was doing, and how to do it well.
Her brows furrowed at the mention of months or weeks, wondering what the hell could possibly have him gone for so long. She'd known him for years, and not once had a business trip come up that took this long before. But it was his business, not hers. He could've just picked up and left her in the dust, but he didn't. He was trying to make sure she had a way to get what she needed before he left. She appreciated the sentiment, and her negative mind was trying to already prepare for the fact that he may not come back. She swallowed that down, Haven's words bringing her attention over as she stared at her, seeing the switch in her eyes and wondering if she really wanted to deal with this woman.
"How do I know if I can trust you?" Trust was hard to come by from the Dhampyr, it had taken Ronnie at least three references and 2 years for her to trust him enough to even come to her home personally. But here he was, with some strange woman and she was now expected to Deal or No Deal with her.
"You don't. But from what I hear, you trust Ronnie. And I trust Ronnie. See, you're not the only one in this room with a few trust issues, sweetheart. I'll put a bullet between the eyes of a rat without a second thought, and I don't tolerate bull****. So, you going to tell me if I'm wasting my time here?" Her stare was heavy, bearing in deep as if scouring Devon's soul for any lick of reason to mistrust... or maybe even shoot.
She was quiet for a moment, as if considering her options. But then again... did she really have any? Go without for possibly months, or get my fix from Haven... If Ronnie trusts her, I should too. But... Those nagging thoughts of paranoia had her gritting her teeth, wanting to tell the woman to get the fuck out of her apartment and hit the road, Jack. But, "alright. Deal." Simple, to the point. "So, what? Should we exchange numbers?"
Ronnie had been sitting there, listening to the two converse and get their things straightened out. He didn't want to play information medium if he didn't to. And he wasn't going to be there soon enough to do so, so it was time to rip the band-aid off the wound.
She gave a short, firm nod of her head that bounced those curls. And the woman was clearly purely business as her palms slapped the armrests and she jolted to her feet suddenly. "Good, smart decision." She knew a junkie when she saw one, and not all drugs came in the form of things to smoke, snort or pop. "I'll get it from Ronnie. If we're done here, I'd like to move my ass on." Heeled boots started across the living room floor, not even pausing as she spoke over her shoulder. "Shipments will come at the same time, every two weeks. Same numbers as you give Ronnie, and if you need an emergency shipment then it's double." From her tone, there was no negotiations, take it or leave it. "I'll see you in the car, Ron."
Devon couldn't do a whole lot other than stare at the woman, the slight cold aggression that seemed to roll off her like steam as she was making her demands and venturing for the door. ".. I guess I can accept that," she muttered, but it was too late as she watched the woman walk out of the door, closing it with a soft click that she appreciated wasn't a slam. She blinked a couple times, staring at the door before pulling her gaze slowly over to Ronnie. Her brows lifted like this is what you're leaving me with?!
"I'll be out in a moment," to Haven before he looked to Devon, waiting for it. When all he got was that look, "oh don't give me that. She's good, and good at what she does. She'll take care of what you need while I'm gone." He reassured as much as he could, but wasn't sure if the girl on the couch would even listen.
She was like a child that had been told an ultimatum with neither of the options being good. But there was a question that kept nagging at her, bubbling up her throat and finally vomiting out of her mouth. "You're coming back, right?..." She couldn't look at him when she asked, feeling like someone who's Dad was saying he going out for a pack of smokes but was probably going to ditch out and run.
His brows furrowed, as if he couldn't quite understand. "What do you mean if I'm coming back? This is my home, Dev. Besides, if I was going to bail on you, I'd tell you. We've been at this shit for too long not to be upfront." His legs uncrossed from each other, leaning forward with his hands still clasped to rest his elbows on his knees. His brows lifted, chin tucking down some to give her a look.
"Hey, look at me," it wasn't a request, but a demand. Devon didn't like it much, but she did. Her gaze slowly scanned the room until it fell on someone she refused to call a friend. Because calling him a friend would be the end of it.
"What?"
"I'm coming back, Dev. I promise. That might not mean shit to you, but you should know I keep my word." His head nodded sternly to her before he glanced over to the door with a gushing sigh. "I need to get out there before she hot-wires my car and takes off with it," he snickered, pushing himself to his feet. He turned his eyes onto the Dhampyr once more. "I'll hand off your number to her, she'll text you so you have it. And I'll keep in touch and update you on when I'll be back."
She didn't like the situation much, it was plainly written on her face. But she couldn't do much to disagree. He'd gone through the trouble of taking care of her, which he didn't really need to. "Alright, Ronnie.." It was all she could say. She tipped her chin toward the door, as if to tell him to get his ass out. "Before she steals your ride," a mumble as she settled back into the cushions, and hopefully wipe the pit of paranoia and anxiety from the visiting stranger out of her belly.
He sighed, nodding slowly before he made his retreat out of the door.