"I'm done." said Audrey, putting his files away and shutting off his computer. As soon as the news of Thaddeus Wakefield's death reached the Intelligence Department, he began gathering his things.
"Already?" questioned the operative sitting next to him with a raised brow. "You're not even going to stay for the debriefing.
"I'm off the clock, now. Wakefield is dead. I'm going on vacation, now." answered the reaper, folding his coat over his arm. "Laters."
Without another word, he turned and walked away from his desk and out of the Intelligence Department wing. He then made the walk to his quarters and took off his uniform before getting dressed and tossing the garment in the washing machine. He changed into jeans, a T-shirt with a comicbook reference on it, and put his old purple beanie with the skull on it on his head. While his clothes were washing, he set everything in order, putting all of his suitcases together in preparation of bringing them out to his car. Finally, he sat on the edge of his bed and dialed a certain friend.
"Yo, Danny-boy." he greeted. "I'm planning on heading out to the beach house, soon."
"Okay." answered the Westley. His tone was somewhat quiet, as he wasn't off work just yet. "I mean, you're nuts for going out there in fucking March, but whatever. I've got the keys on me."
"And I've got the cheque on me." Audrey informed. "I can stop by the Welfare Center and trade you, if you want."
"That's fine by me. I have a client in a few minutes, though, so you might be waiting when you get here."
"No rush. I'll be there. See you then."
Daniel wished him farewell for the time being, and they both hung up, leaving the reaper alone in his room. He sat there for a moment longer before before deciding he should probably stand up and take care of everything else he needed. Putting on a H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. non-uniform jacket, he grabbed everything he could carry in one trip before making his way to his car in the lot in order to load it. It took more than one trip, given the fact that he was also bringing food with him. The process made him somewhat question his decision to live in a cottage by the ocean and essentially live like a hermit for a few months as the air at the base was enough to bite his fingers, but the arrangements were made, so he was going to go through with it.
By the time that was finished, all he had to do was put his uniform in the dryer and wait to hang it back up so it was ready for him upon his return. Once that was all set, he turned the lights off in his apartment and locked the door before leaving a note on his door for his neighbours in case they needed to contact him, or if they simply wondered where he was off to. After all, it wasn't uncommon for the supernatural agents to all get together once a week for movie.
The drive to Gehenna was peaceful. It was nice to not be on a strict schedule again. Even if there was traffic, he didn't mind as he had nowhere he needed to be urgently. He was patient and just enjoyed the ride. Though, he had all the time in the world for that once he set out. He had a few hours of driving, at least.
When he reached the Gehennan gate, he showed his I.D. and gave his name for the guards to enter into the computer. He told them the reason why he was there, and believed him, so they allowed him to pass. Driving down the street was something that he had to do carefully, here, as the residents were not used to cars, and might walk out in front of them without thinking.
The purple mustang captured quite a bit of attention, being so oddly coloured and shaped. As he parked it outside the Welfare Center, a small gathering had formed to look at it, but he paid it no mind and walked inside the building. Approaching the front desk, he notified Forsetti Sybil, the woman sitting behind it of his presence and intentions, prompting her to tell him to wait in one of the seats in the lobby while she informed Daniel that he had someone waiting after his appointment.
"Alright, here is the application." Daniel said, handing a piece of paper to the old woman seated across from him at his desk. "You can either take it home, or fill it in in the lobby out there and hand it to one of the people at the front desk."
"Thank you so much." the woman answered, taking the application with an excited smile. "My son keeps pestering me about getting out more. It's good to know that I can get a job sewing!"
"I'm sure you'll get the job, Mrs. Pinkerton." grinned Westley, reaching out to shake her hand as her cloven hooves hit the floor when she stood. "Take care, now."
Once the old woman left, she stepped out into the lobby while carefully folding her paper, prompting the woman at the front desk to gesture for Audrey to go into the office area. When the reaper stood up, Forsetti called out to him, telling him what room before sending him on his way.
He was sort of impressed with how legitimate the building was. It wasn't an odd replica of a "human" building, but an actual building that was built to fulfill a certain purpose. The office area was just a long hallway with offices inside, because that is what was needed. Daniel's office was one of many and when Audrey looked inside, he saw his friend, looking oddly serious and professional, despite the novelty tie he wore.
"'Sup, dawg?" Audrey playfully greeted while knocking on the door frame, alerting the other to his presence. Once Daniel heard the voice, his demeanor completely shifted and he was no longer working. Smiling, the Westley stood up.
"Wondering what the fuck is wrong with you." Daniel stated. "You're gonna freeze your balls off."
"I assure you, my balls are quite resilient." informed the reaper, digging into his pocket and pulling out an envelope. "You got keys?"
"Yep. You got money?"
"Yep. Wanna trade?"
"Yep." answered the Westley, reaching into his back pocket and digging them out. As they landed in the other man's hand, he added: "Don't worry, they were only slightly farted on."
"Cool." Audrey said, taking the keys for himself and handing his friend the envelope. "If there's armpit sweat on that, don't worry. The bank will take it just the same."
"Is that why it's damp?"
"I would say 'moist', but sure."
"'Moist'..." the brunet echoed while chuckling.
"Ew, Dan, don't be gross." mockingly said the reaper.
"Just get the fuck out so I can work. Some of us are professionals, you know."
"Okay. Fine. I guess I'll leave, then." Audrey said, turning to walk away. "Don't jack off at work, Dan."
"I will not!" shouted the Westley after him, but it was too late. Audrey was already snickering at him from down the hallway.
With the keys in hand, it was time to go. He would say "goodbye" to London for the next month or so, living out his life in order to give him time to collect himself and rest. Even after all this time, he hadn't been able to reflect on the things he must and process them. He simply had too many other obligations to attend to. Now, he had all the time in the world, it seemed, and he would use it accordingly. He would be missing out on quite a few things during this time, but he had to do what he had to do.
A/N: 'Sup?
I never really had good conversations between these two. Also, there's other stuff going on that's needed to happen for a while, so I'm touching on that.
There is only so much fluff I can write. We'll probably get back to some of it in the next chapter, though.
Hopefully, it doesn't suck~!
I think that about every chapter.
Until the next chapter, my duckies~!
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Question: "To kris: How do you feel about how Blackwood hurt Dan?" by Guest
Kristopherson: "Now, I'm not saying I would beat him up if I caught him in a dark alley, but..."
