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[raoulfairfax]

It was a day of opportunities if you want. I was still basking in the financial afterglow of my last job, a good amount of money that should see me through the while, get myself some new clothes, perhaps even pay rent. But before all that, there had been me wanting to buy something, something of high value and regard for those that knew anything

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[letchaosrayne]

The minicab pulled up, briefly, near the kerb, a pair of dark eyes watching me expectantly in the mirror. I paid the driver, and stepped out onto the pavement, hands in the pockets of my topcoat -- more to discourage anyone else from trying to put theirs in than any real need for warmth on my part. I glanced around to get my bearings: down the block and around the corner was my real destination. In spite of the fact Mahmoud probably knows every occult shop in London, I wasn't particularly keen to advertise the ones I frequented. I walked briskly and purposefully after that, not giving anyone a chance to wonder what I might be doing there

[raoulfairfax]

Chris had pointed me in the direction of similar books on the shelves, and I knew I wasn't going to leave the store without something of value. I'd worked hard for this, researched it and everything. I doubt he even wanted to sell me the thing I was looking for, not if I had all the money in the world. Oh no, he'd rather sell it to someone with connections, someone who would matter and recommend him. Obviously not an almost amateurish warlock with his foot barely in the door

[letchaosrayne]

I was all but ready to tell Chrystwffori I would buy the book when we were so rudely interrupted. It wasn't precisely what I wanted, but, it was something. Except... Who the hell is this, and why is he bothering me? I wondered, taking a step back from the one-sided, yet heated, argument. He hadn't said a word to me directly, granted, but he was still interrupting me. I couldn't quite place his accent -- it certainly wasn't from anywhere I knew.

When he started making not very veiled threats, I could already see the progression of events in my head: Chrystwffori, already reminded of Ieuan, would call him, tell him about it, and so on. The upshot of it was that Ieuan would see that the threats were stopped, by whatever means necessary. Ieuan doesn't take kindly to people who threaten the more benign members of the demon community.

And I would be stuck at home, alone, until Ieuan decided on what those means ought to be. I didn't like that at all. 'Excuse me,' I said coolly, 'A friendly word of advice: I really don't think you want to

[raoulfairfax]

Ack. Why was he talking now? I looked at him with a slightly blank expression. Why was he talking to me? He was buying the book I wanted, Chris should be, I dunno, bending to my will because I'm good at bitching people out. Leaning against the counter, I looked the man up and down. Older than me, English, and probably a warlock or something if he had any interest in the book he was about to steal. Buy. Whatever. "Hey now, I wasn't threatening," I said almost nicely. "I was pleading with the man."

Turning back to said 'man', I wondered how else I could do this. I know, I'm too stubborn for my own good. "Chris, you said if I brought the money I could have it," I said. I was verging on whining, it was a last resort, what can I say? "And then you go and just raise the price and you know I'd be here today with money, I told

[raoulfairfax]

'Partner, as in boyfriend.'

I arched an eyebrow at that as we walked. But I wasn't exactly one to make judgements or assumptions, so I shrugged it off... mostly. "Not the jealous type, is he then? Jealous types tend not to appreciate their boyfriends taking in a stray off the street."

Listening to him talk about this guy, Ieuan (how the hell might one spell that?), I decided to file away those morsels of details - never know what could come in handy. To sum up, some guy named Ieuan, called The Summoner, is well known in the demon community and I'm chatting with his boyfriend. Interesting predicament.

Looking at the newsagency, I shot Ethan a slightly wry smirk. "Cigarettes are always the answer, in," I said, giving him a mild push inside the store. Eyeing the man behind the counter, I frowned - there was some kinda magic thing going on here, but I didn't delve too much into it. Judging by the character standing beside me, the guy could be a demon, or magick user.

[letchaosrayne]

I watched the way Raoul moved, as we walked. An easy stride, a little too self-confident, but better that than its opposite. I liked it. I think I can say with some authority that if a man doesn't know what to do with his body out of bed, it isn't going to change once he's in one, and anyone who thinks otherwise is just asking for disappointment.

"Not the jealous type, is he then? Jealous types tend not to appreciate their boyfriends taking in a stray off the street."

'What? You think if I tell Ieuan you followed me home, he won't let me keep you?' I asked, amused. 'But jealous? No, not really.' Not that Ieuan has any right to be, he's strayed more than I have done. 'But I think you'll pass muster, so I doubt Ieuan will mind.'

When we paused in front of the newsagent I did think to add: 'He does have a right temper, though, if you set him off, so try not to do.'

"Cigarettes are always the answer, in."My heart beat a little faster as Raoul put his hand on my back and gave me a little push through the door. Not something I wanted

[raoulfairfax]

'What? You think if I tell Ieuan you followed me home, he won't let me keep you?'

"I guess it depends if you'll feed me, walk with me, play with me."

Inside the newsagency, I watched as Ethan distracted himself with something, leaving me to it. Looking at the cigarettes he had available, I asked for a packet of Dunhill with a nod to the man, before giving him another glance. No, not a man, another demon. I needed to make a list of all the establishments in London owned and run by demons. Just in case.

Picking up a magazine, I flicked through it as the guy/demon/thing rang up the price for Rayne. I happened to pick up one of those trashy celebrity gossip things, with some generic name for housewives. Bored within four seconds of looking at it, I put it down and looked at Ethan again.

"So, you do this often, or should I feel priveledged?"

[letchaosrayne]

"I guess it depends if you'll feed me, walk with me, play with me." Raoul answered me, picking up the joke.

'We've been walking, so one out of three isn't bad, so far,' I pointed out, unable to keep a slight, sly smile from my face. 'I'd much rather wait until we're alone to play with you -- unless, of course, you're into that sort of thing.'

After Raoul expressed his preference in cigarettes, I put down the newspaper and paid for them, while Raoul leafed through the latest issue of Hello. Can't say much for his taste in reading matter, but I wasn't exactly taking him home to talk, now was I?

"So, you do this often, or should I feel privileged?" he asked me, as I took out my mobile and called a cab for us. While we waited, I asked Raoul for one of the cigarettes I just bought him, and cupped my hands over the end, to disguise not needing a match to light it.

'Even if I did do this often - which I don't - you still ought to feel privileged,' I answered.