The place might've once had a name -- might even still have one -- but as far as Eliot was concerned, it didn't need one. It had enough shadows to sink into after a job and the blackest coffee in town, and that was just fine for him
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Momoko was in desperate need of a place to relax, a drink that wasn't laced with alcohol (what was it with this town?), and something sweet to eat (that wasn't laced with alcohol).
She finally managed to find this coffee house and ducked in. "Ah," she chuckled. "This sort of reminds me of Ch..."
The words died in her throat when she caught a glimpse of the occupant of the shadowy table.
"Of all the hash houses in all the towns..." Momoko tossed her paper onto Eliot's table and sat down. "I had to walk into yours." She smiled honestly, if a bit tiredly, at him. "Hey. Long time no see."
Eliot looked up and actually smiled faintly. "Well if it isn't the notorious Ruby Blossom. What brings you to my town? Pretty sure I haven't broken any hearts, lately."
"Ha," she sat back, finally relaxing. "Coming after you... The pay for that job would set me up for life. This really your town? You finally checked out and settled?"
"A man gets too old for constant travelling," Eliot said. "Got myself a cushy gig around here. I still pull the occasional out of towner, but this place is practically a hitter's retirement village."
Dean had been out of town for the beginning of whatever the hell was happening in town this weekend. Which would be why he was giving everything a suspicious look as he waited to get his coffee.
He just wanted to go sleep on his couch, okay? Not deal with weird crap he couldn't kill.
Ruby hissed and gave Eliot a barely noticeable signal as she caught a glance at who had just walked in.
He looked different from the picture, but who knew how much living he'd done since it had been taken? It was definitely her mark.
Another sip of coffee and she was once again Momoko... She walked up behind him and tapped the mark... tapped Boz on the shoulder. "Excuse me? Can you help me? I'm looking for someone."
Well, that wasn't quite how the client had described her ex to behave, but Momoko shrugged that off. Many a dame had the wrong end of the stick when it came to knowing what their lovers were truly like, she'd found.
"No, I..." She lifted a curled hand to her cheek and gazed at him in shocked surprise. "You! It's you!"
She held out a now well-travelled photograph. This is you, yes?"
"Well, I could have the wrong guy." Dinah sat down across from him, and put down the photo Momoko had given her. "Although, the resemblance is uncanny. Not too many mugs like this one floating around."
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But this, first.
She paused in the door, then headed over to Spencer's table, and sat down.
The gun in her hand was concealed by the table.
"Spencer."
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Dinah kept her hand steady and her voice low.
"I think I liked it better when I didn't know the truth."
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She finally managed to find this coffee house and ducked in. "Ah," she chuckled. "This sort of reminds me of Ch..."
The words died in her throat when she caught a glimpse of the occupant of the shadowy table.
"Of all the hash houses in all the towns..." Momoko tossed her paper onto Eliot's table and sat down. "I had to walk into yours." She smiled honestly, if a bit tiredly, at him. "Hey. Long time no see."
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He just wanted to go sleep on his couch, okay? Not deal with weird crap he couldn't kill.
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He looked different from the picture, but who knew how much living he'd done since it had been taken? It was definitely her mark.
Another sip of coffee and she was once again Momoko... She walked up behind him and tapped the mark... tapped Boz on the shoulder. "Excuse me? Can you help me? I'm looking for someone."
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"No, I..." She lifted a curled hand to her cheek and gazed at him in shocked surprise. "You! It's you!"
She held out a now well-travelled photograph. This is you, yes?"
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So far, the coffee house had proven a good place to just fade into the shadows. No one knew him and no one cared.
Just the way he needed it.
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"Mr. Who?" he tried, affecting a terrible and unplaceable accent.
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"Well, I could have the wrong guy." Dinah sat down across from him, and put down the photo Momoko had given her. "Although, the resemblance is uncanny. Not too many mugs like this one floating around."
...if only she knew.
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