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[spiffeh_zero]

Who: Zerokins & assorted others. 
Where: Bar in the Realm of the Unwanted
When: January 14th, noon. 
What: A nice little conversation between 'friends.'

Three more days was three days too many. Zero had received only one of Gabriel’s letters, and that was a few too few for his liking. The Longcoat hadn’t said much, but Zero was expecting better news

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[spiffeh_zero]

Ransom had already moved away with the fae, and as of right now, Zero did not want to see more of Dawson for at least several hours. As it was, he wouldn't mind shooting him.

As she commented on being the better partner, he let out a snort of disgust, ready to turn away, but not wishing to lower his gun just yet. Kieran had been the one woman, the only woman, Zero had allowed himself to trust with all of his life since then. Sure, there had been Desiree who knew quite a lot about the man, but no one knew enough besides this slut.

Her proposal almost went past his ears, yet it sounded reasonable. Zero didn't trust her to not shoot him once he'd removed his gun, giving her another narrow-eyed glare. "Go on then," he moved his gun away from his neck, but kept it pointing in her direction, waving her off with it. "Take your little lover with you, I'll deal with him," Zero turned the glare on Dawson, "later."

Both Dawson and Ransom would be getting a little talking to, if not a little demotion. Certainly Ransom had done nothing, but for the sake of company... He kept his eyes on Kieran, gun now closer to his body, although still pointed in her direction.

[thomas_dawson]

Fuck! Damn! Son of a BITCH!

Dawson knew that the only reason he was still alive was the fact that he was still somewhat useful to Zero. If that status every changed, he'd be dead in an instant. Well, he wouldn't let that happen. Thomas Dawson was many things, a sociopath, a man!slut and an all around gorgeous guy among them, but he was not an idiot.

He stood, setting Kieran on her feet at the same time. "Sir." The brunette nodded before he headed out of the bar, his fingers wrapped around the copper-skinned female's wrist. Leading her out, and back to the room he was renting. Fingering his belt with his other hand. It would work perfectly for his purpose of tying her up.