Hey guys. This is a story that has been running around in my head for a while. It's a slowish burn for Eliot and my OC Jinx. I don't own any of the leverage characters, just my OC and this plot. Thanks
Shit shit shit. I can't believe I did this. I can not believe that I did this. I really fucked up.
I parked my bike outside of an irish pub and wondered if I had the right place. I had already been to three different places looking for her but she wasn't at any of them. I put the dark helmet on the seat and walked down into McRory's to see, even though it was only 4 in the afternoon, it was still a little busy.
Everyone knew what she was up to know and the crew she was running with. It was spearheaded by Nathan Ford and they took on the heavy hitters so they had to be able to help with this right? I walked up to the bartender, a pudgier man with a dark beard and a shaved head, and asked about Nathan Ford. He looked me up and down, taking in my dark leather motorcycle pants that hung to me tightly, to my black leather jacket, to my shoulder length blonde hair. He inclined his head towards a booth in the back where a man in his 40s with brown hair was seated with a woman who was mid 30s with shoulder length brown hair and a man with such similar hair but who was built with much more muscle.
I slid silently into the empty seat next to the muscled man who had to be late 20s at best. He looked at me with such intensity I thought my hair might catch on fire, but I wasn't looking at him. I was looking across the table at the man in his 40s who had to be Nathan Ford.
"Well howdy there Darlin'," the man next to me said but there was no warmth in his voice. I ignored him.
"Um excuse me dear but perhaps is there something we can help you with?" The woman asked in a british accent. I had to keep myself from smiling. I don't know how she worked with a crew that had two different accents so far and not made fun of them. That was such a fun game we played when we were kids.
Finally Ford spoke. There was something very serious about his features. "Eliot," he addressed the man next to me but didn't look at him, he kept his eyes fixed on mine, "call Hardison and Parker get them down here now."
"Nate." Eliot warned but Ford wasn't having any of it.
"Do it now." We all sat very still as Eliot did what his boss told him to do. After he seethed into the phone, hissing something about "damn it Hardison," he hung up and we all sat silently until I heard the almost too quiet sound of two sets of feet on stairs above the bar. Then behind me was the sound of a door in the back opening and then another that opened into the bar itself. One pair of feet came forward while the other stopped in their tracks. I couldn't help the smile that crossed my face. I knew it was her that stopped. I stood from my seat then and slithered past a mid 20s black man with a very confused look on his face and came to stand in front of her. Of Parker. She was about a head taller than me and her face was unreadable as always, so I smiled even wider and flung my arms around her.
"Hiya Parker." I whispered into her ear.
"Hey Jinx." She pushed a little at my shoulders and I let her go but she did not let go of my shoulders. Instead she held me at arms length and looked at me, like she always did when we met up. It was a holdover tacktick and we both knew it but it was one that made me smile. Then, just like when we were kids she reached behind my ear and when her hand reemerged she held a sucker. I laughed out loud and took the green cavity on a stick, hastily unwrapping it and popping it into my mouth. Someone cleared their throat behind me and I spun on my heels to see who made the offending noise. The black man who was taller, maybe 6' or 6'1", seemed a little twitchy. The muscle one was doing something with his eyes that I didn't really like. The british woman looked shocked and Ford just drank out of his coffee cup, but I doubted it was just coffee.
"What's with you guys?" Parker asked with that scrunched look she got when people did something that confused her.
"Um Parker," the british woman started, "who is this girl?" She motioned a hand towards me.
"Oh this is my sister Jinx." Parker answered so matter-a-factly.