Prompt Post No. 15
Welcome to Round 15 of the Inception Kink Meme.
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Arthur strongly disliked it when the client could not even be bothered to write down the address of the one they wanted to break up with. General things like "3 PM @ XXX" were not his cup of tea. Especially not when "XXX" was anything like the place he was currently in.
He had parked near "123 Inception Rd." expecting to find a nice townhouse, maybe an apartment. He found a sleazy gay bar that he did not want to go anywhere near. Unfortunately, he was getting paid to go in and even though he did not necessarily need the money, he still had too much pride and professionalism to turn away.
Swearing under his breath, Arthur entered and was immediately blasted by loud pounding bass from all directions. He felt dizzy and blind already. Without further ado, or even a single annoyed glare at anybody staring (leering) his way, Arthur headed for the counter. How he was going to find anybody in this mass of tangled sweaty limbs was beyond him, but asking the bartender seemed like a good place to start.
Before he'd gotten even halfway to the bartender, he'd had drugs offered to him (twice), somebody sexually harass him (THREE times!) and earned a splitting headache. Arthur hated bars.
"Hello there, mister. What would you like a drink?"
"I'm not looking for a drink, I'm looking for a person." He shouted, over the music. Seriously, if he could not find who he was looking for within the next ten minutes, he was getting the hell out of this place. He couldn't hear himself think!
The bartender smiled apologetically, "Sorry handsome, but policy states that we don't answer any questions without trying to sell the customer something first." He had a British accent. Arthur leaned in closer to get a better look, not know what he was looking for but still wanting nonetheless. The man's hair was black though and he was wearing glasses.
Arthur sighed, "Okay, I guess I'll have a beer." As soon as he passed Arthur the beer, Arthur added, "and have you heard of anybody nicknamed 'E' around here?"
"'E'?"
"And no, I am not looking for drugs. Seriously, is there anybody that goes by that name around here?" Curse the client and their lack of specificity!
"Hey yeah, I think I know who you mean, actually." The bartender leaned in, "His actual name's Eames."
Arthur's eyes widened. "What? Could you repeat that again please, because I thought I just heard you say -"
Before he could inquire further, both their gazes were drawn to the angry man currently towering over Arthur.
"You were the guy in the suit!" Uh-oh. Arthur could sense "drunk and look seriously pissed off" from a mile away. This man was both. "The guy who told Jane I was cheatin' ... And Bob... Annie... Found out I wasn't straight... Damn, screw you... Ugh..." It was hard to make sense of his words, but the general gist was that Arthur needed to get away and soon. The man's name was on the tip of his tongue - John, Jack, Jordan - and he remembered explicitly telling Ariadne to help him avoid any and all jobs avoiding this man ever again. Thank goodness they didn't live in the same part of town.
Unfortunately, they'd bumped up here.
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