For circularmaze - A Night on the Town
He promised her a night out among the joyous delights of Paris, but he wasn't going to take her to anything too racy. Just some of his favorite haunts - the ones without gambling tables - and decent drinks. Something with music, though he hadn't danced in ages. He knew she might like it, so there was that.
Eames lounged against the wall of a structure which was situated across from the building in which she lived. He wasn't going to pick her up in a limo or anything and he wasn't going to contend with any of her possible flatmates. He was wearing a nice suit, though. Charcol grey with pinstripes. No waistcoat. That would be too much like Arthur, and he wasn't anything like Arthur - except for the ability to be ruthless. Oh, and the guns. And the secrecy.
He dialed her mobile and waited for her to answer, wondering at what stage of readiness she had reached.
Eames lounged against the wall of a structure which was situated across from the building in which she lived. He wasn't going to pick her up in a limo or anything and he wasn't going to contend with any of her possible flatmates. He was wearing a nice suit, though. Charcol grey with pinstripes. No waistcoat. That would be too much like Arthur, and he wasn't anything like Arthur - except for the ability to be ruthless. Oh, and the guns. And the secrecy.
He dialed her mobile and waited for her to answer, wondering at what stage of readiness she had reached.