Where Are You Going...

[arkhams_dr]

"Where have you been?" The man on the corner had been waiting for the better part of an hour. The young man who joined him just grinned, showing white teeth framed by bright red lips. "Out in the world, Granddad, walking up and down upon it

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[questionorigin]

Duela considered it of the utmost importance to attend the entire event, especially with Jonathan having said he'd be late. She'd sat through the readings, quietly absorbing everything, even if she hadn't been particularly interested at times. She'd done her best to catch Edward Crane's eye early on, simply so he'd know she was present.

Relieved at the chance to stretch her legs, Duela helped herself to a glass of water, politely turning down the offer of wine. As much as she'd like to relax with a glass of white wine, she wouldn't take the risk. She looked around, frowning to herself. Where was Jonathan? How late would he be? Would he even remember to come? With the way he worked, she was afraid time might get away from him.

[arkhams_dr]

Over by the bar, a man smiled at another woman, then leaned back to get a better look at Duela. His eyes stayed on her while he sipped from a champagne glass.

[questionorigin]

Duela sipped her water as she stood, hovering by one of the couches without engaging the occupants in conversation. With only mild discretion, she glanced around, taking stock of the room again. Perhaps she'd find Edward Crane, she considered, and strike up a conversation with him for a bit. Just until Jonathan arrived.

[arkhams_dr]

The young man left his conversation and moved through the crowd, making his way to Duela's side. With another smile, he spoke to her. "Waiting for someone?"

[questionorigin]

Duela pressed the first speed-dial button and listened to the phone ring. When she got the recording, she chuckled. "Hey, Jonathan. I've been invited to get a drink at a pub nearby-- the Rower. Meet me there, okay? Love you." She hung up then and smiled at the Irishman.

[arkhams_dr]

"Shall we?" He offered her his arm.

[questionorigin]

"Of course." She put her hand on his arm, not linking her arm with his though, ready to go with him.

[arkhams_dr]

He lead her through the promised cobbled streets, narrow, dark and winding, lit by the dim glow of street lamps few and far between. When they came to a wall, he produced a key for the small door in it, unlocked it, and gestured her inside. Beyond the door was a wide expanse of lawn, leading down to a strip of trees bordering the river.

[questionorigin]

Duela watched the two men leave before she looked over at Jonathan. "Yes, I was serious. You will be sleeping on the couch."

[arkhams_dr]

He tried to take her hand. "Let's not argue. I think you need to lie down."

[questionorigin]

"I do," she agreed. "And you will be sleeping on the couch. You should consider yourself lucky I'm not going to lock you out of the suite entirely."

[arkhams_dr]

"Now, Duela," he replied. "I was completely confident that you were in no danger from Connor. When it comes down to it, he's only an exceptionally charming thug."