Chapter 2- Club or Confrence Room?
The shrill ring of a cell phone cut through the silence of the room like a knife, and the 18-looking woman at the desk jumped, nearly dropping her newly lit cigarette
"Talk to me." she said, answering the persistant thing.
"I need you to meet me at the
club in 20 minutes."
"Do I get a reason other than 'just do it'?"
"No."
"Give me a half hour, it is a Friday night."
"Fine. You know the drill."
"Yup. You need anything?"
"Bring a vial ith you."
"Right. See you in thirty."
She snapped the phone shut and put out her cigarette. With a sigh she made her way to the bathroom and started the shower. She'd have to hurry if she was going to make it in 30 minutes.
~!*!~
The club was always decked in black and red, strobe lights and small spots of color running in circles the only lights out on the main floor. The entrance, bars, and upper seating levels were lit well enough to see more than five feet in front of you, but not nearly enough for her tastes. She hated this place, but when she was there, she always dressed to the nines.
Black vinyl pants (which she found more comfortable than leather). Falme patterned bra under a thin chainmail shirt, the long sleeves held taught by rings on her middle fingers. Always 3 inch chunky boots with steel toes and heels (not to mention knife in one and her wand in the other). Her mae-up was always perfect: black tatooed liner, and her choice of black/silver, green/silver, or red/silver shadows, normally with silver, red or green sparkles. Lips were either English Red or black, not that there was much of a difference, and always with an impossible shine. Sometimes she's add silver body glitter, but not tonight.
She slunger her long black leather jacket over a shoulder and headed up the thick metal grated stairs to the darkest sitting area. She patted the bar and got a nod from the bar keep as she slid into the furthes booth, and pulled her cigarettes out of her jacket pocket.
"Want one?" she asked, one hanging between her lips as she held the pack out to the booths other occupant.
"No, thanks. You got it?"
"Always."
She lit up and pulled a sliver vial from her bra. Rolling it across the table she thanked the bar keep as he set an apple martini in front of her, exhaling the some in the direction of a business suit.
"You'd think they coud at least try to fit in."
"You've said that every time we've come here you know."
"It's a ritual of mine."
"Well after six years, I find it quite annoying."
"Excuse me, you're the one who comes here all the time."
"Where else can we go where
people won't think what we're doing is illegal?"
"The stuff in that damn vial is illegal, well, technically speaking anyway."
"Considering that they won't
ever find evidence…"
"Yea, yeah. So what's so important that
you couldn't run home and get one of your own."
"He's hunting me."
"Whoa, back up a second! How?"
"Like me, he's changed his appearance.
Not quite as drasticall, but still."
"And he's got the numbers to come out of hiding? Last time I checked, you scared the shit out of him."
"All of the Death Eaters will follow him, and I suppose he's recruited
Muggles. He'll kill off anyone that
crosses him, and then some."
"Any idea where he could be?"
"He was last seen in the arms dealer in Underground London, 2 days ago."
"So we can assume he's got a
general idea where you are."
"Yup."
He uncapped the fial and tossed it back, letting the warm, slightly metallic tasting liquid run down his throat. He noted the vodka in it and smiled a bit. She tapped the ash off her cigarette and pulled her long hair [1] back, twisting it into a loos bun with ease.
"I'm pretty sure he knows about the safe houses in London, or he wouldn't have used that arms dealer."
"He may think I'm still in the city, but he might know I left and came here."
"And it's not like he's got to go through customs to get here like the Muggles do. It's times like these that Wizard transportation is a bad thing."
"And you wonder why I don't use anything but Muggle. Wizarding things are far to easy to track unless they're consumable or used on your person. Even then they can be traced if you don't make it yourself."
"Look, I'm gonna go see what I can dig up. I want you to lay low; take the subway to the safe house in Manhattan. I'll meet you there later tonight. Do you need anything from your apartment?"
"My vials, obviously, clothes, my trunk, and the bottles in the locked cabinet."
"I'll pick them up on my way to you. If you need anything else, call me."
She laid a $20 bill on the table under the ashtray and stood up. He stayed in his seat as she huggedhim briefly, kissing his cheek before disappearing into the massive crowd of people. He recapped the vial, and stuck it in his pocket, slipping a $20 of his own under the ash tray. Once he was down the stairs and half way to the door, the bar keep picked the cash up, wiping down the table, and pulled out his cell phone once he got back behind the counter.
"Hey, get me Patil……. Yes it's an emergency!"
~TBC~
There it is, the third chapter. You guys like it so far?
Muse: Of course they do, it's my idea.
Shut up and go back to your cooking!
Muse: But aren't you going to tell them-No! Now get away from me! And take these damn bunnies with you, I can only work on so many stories at once, and this is my limit!!
Muse: Fine! ::turns to readers while T.K's kicking bunnies::: She's giving small parts in the coming chapters to the first 8 people that guess correctly who the guy is, what he is, who he's running from, and what Pansy's gonna do. Oh shit! I wasn't supposed to tell you the girl was Pansy. Oh well, it fits the foot note.
[1] T.K's forgotten what color hair and eyes Pansy Parkinson has, and we're both too lazy to look it up, so if anyone would like to enlighten us… please do.
And to get the 'small part' (not really small, they span a good two or three chapters, maybe more), you've gotta have the correct answers to all the questions up there.
What are you whispering to them?! You better not be-
Muse: Don't get your panties in a twist T.K., I was just telling them about the 8 small parts you're giving out to the people who answer the afformentioned questions pretaining to this chapter correctly.
Oh. Okay. I don't plan on starting the next chapter for a little while, I wanna give people a chance to answer, but if I don't have enough 'winners' by May 2nd, I'll just use those who did get the right answers. I don't wanna cheat people out of their chance to get into the story, but I wanna get this bunny done and out of my head as quickly as possible. That said, I'm gonna go back to writing POM for a while, and you guys can review BP. Muse, fetch me that bottle of soda.
Muse: The 2 liter!!
Yup. It's gonna be a long night!!