I've got a brand new attitude, and I'm gonna wear it tonight.

[totallytrustworthy]

Date & Time: 9/1 at night. (Someone needs to give our cast a curfew.)
Location: A local bar that's probably way too classy for what's about to go down
Characters: Chloe Frazer & Harry Flynn
Summary: A lot of unresolved issues get discussed. With fists.
Warnings: Some violence. And by 'some' I mean probably 'a lot'.

Maybe it was pity. Maybe a little guilt over seeing Harry so absolutely destroyed that the only thing he wanted was to take out every last living person within range along with him. Maybe it was the realization that without a little support, Harry Flynn was going to keep drowning in his own bitterness until nothing at all of him was left. And maybe, just a bit, without Lazarevic around, Elena's idea of salvaging someone from their own personal wreckage had finally hit Chloe as a possibility.

Or maybe she just didn't want to deal with the thought that Flynn might pull a gun on her at any second.

Either way, Chloe finds herself drawing only one conclusion: sooner or later, they're going to need a truce. Might as well be now.

From a comfortable seat in the far back of a nearby bar she sends the most basic of texts his way; it doesn't matter if she neglects to tell him anything other than a location and the current time. Knowing Flynn, he'll show up regardless. After that, all that's left is to kick back a with a few cold beers and wait.

Comments

[flynninomite]

[ Flynn knows what Chloe's probably expecting from this encounter - for Flynn to be a total mess. He's not an idiot (okay, maybe just a little), and he knows he's been acting like a basket case since his arrival here. He's not going to apologize for it - they deserve every bit of his ire - but predictable is never the best thing to be in their line of work. And if he plans to get back into that work, well... it was probably time to start playing the game.

He doesn't bother announcing his arrival before making himself at home, simply pulls out a chair and settles in while flashing her a smile. He helps himself to one of those beers, of course. ]

Evening, sunshine.

[totallytrustworthy]

[Years of tolerating some of the most insufferable company the underworld has to offer-- Lazarevic chief among them, though with a sour enough mood, Flynn could certainly climb to the near upper levels of that list-- keeps her practiced smile from twitching in response to a pet name she suspects was laid out to rub her the wrong way.]

Glad you could make it. [It's not entirely a lie, at least.] Still thinking about getting hired on?

[flynninomite]

[ I'd like to pretend he has any clue about the artificial niceness, but that'd mostly be a lie. Or maybe it's just that he doesn't actually care enough to pay attention to her mood, get a good read on where she's at. Not quite yet, anyway.

Either way, it's usually his default strategy to get people unbalanced - and being an insufferable asshole usually accomplishes that. What happens after that... well, the results are a bit shaky. ]

Aren't I always? What have you got in mind?

[totallytrustworthy]

[Honestly at this point she's glad he's not trying to read between the lines-- not that he ever even tried to until after she'd been caught red-handed.]

So far? Mostly just basic nonsense. A few items that need recovering that most likely don't exist, tracking down junk at the far edges of town or running errands for people who just don't feel like leaving their cozy little hideouts. It's not glamorous, but you're certainly capable of doing a little grunt work, aren't you?

[Which means she and Victor won't have to. Doesn't really get much better than that.]