A dark and seedy coffee house, Sunday

[vdistinctive]

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.

You needed a hot drink after spending so much time in the dark and the rain. And if it came with a little bit of lonely, 3 AM atmosphere, so much the better, right?

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[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

All roads lead to a spot as dark as the coffee it served. Dinah still had other loose ends to tie up-- she only had until sun-up.

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."

[vdistinctive]

Eliot took a sip of his coffee. "I think I liked it better when you called me 'Handsome'."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Handsome. Dangerous. Deadly." A beat. "Eliot Spencer."

Dinah kept her hand steady and her voice low.

"I think I liked it better when I didn't know the truth."

[vdistinctive]

"Yeah, and which truth was that? The one where the world is full of killers and thugs, or the one where you're trying to become one of them?"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah's chin jerked back at that upper-cut of truth, and she took a deep breath. "Answers first. Then..."

There were cello strings playing somewhere. Funny. There wasn't even a jukebox in this joint.

"Who hired you to kill the Black Canary?"

[vdistinctive]

Prepare that chin, then, toots.

Eliot leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest casually, not in the least concerned about the gun she had aimed at him under the table. "No one."

[heromaniac]

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."

[vdistinctive]

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."

[heromaniac]

"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?"

[vdistinctive]

"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."

[heromaniac]

Momoko... Ruby shook her head. "Never thought I'd hear that from you. All those jobs where I complained about not even staying the night in whatever city after you made a hit... would have thought you'd kick it in Central Station."

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

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.

[heromaniac]

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."

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

Dean, well, Dean still had eyes and was giving that outfit a once over. "I'm sure you are, lady."

[heromaniac]

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?"

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

"Well, he's certainly handsome enough to be me," Dean replied, looking it over.

[lovemykilt]

Boz had practically made a career out of laying low and staying out of trouble. Right up until the moment he didn't, any more.

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.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"You're a hard man to find, Mr. Priestly."

[lovemykilt]

Son of a --

"Mr. Who?" he tried, affecting a terrible and unplaceable accent.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Yeah, that had her thinking twice... not.

"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.

[lovemykilt]

Boz sighed. "You'd be surprised. What you want with this Priestly character?"

[heromaniac]

Momoko was strutting past, fresh from her incredibly frustrating and confusing conversation with the guy who was claiming to be the twin of her mark. This job was getting hinkier by the minute and she wasn't sure how much more she could take.

"Ah," she stumbled, her heel twisting lightly. "Oh no." Maybe this guy was a just a jinx.

[lovemykilt]

What was it with dames? Could they see when a fella just wanted to drink his coffee in anonymous peace?

He slid out a chair with his toe, managing to aim it precisely where she'd be able to lean against it.

[heromaniac]

Momoko was trying not to swear lightly under her breath as she put a hand to the chair. A twisted heel meant she wouldn't be able to run if she needed to.

More importantly her shimmy was going to be off and she tended to need that on jobs more often than the ability to run.

"A jinx. That's the only explanation." She cast a quick glance at the table the chair had come from, giving a brief smile of thanks.

[lovemykilt]

Boz nudged his hat up in acknowledgement. "Ma'am."