The bar I'm suppose to meet Gavin in is a dive. When I step in, my pumps stick to the floor and I shudder with disgust. Just because most of the patrons are bikers doesn't mean they have to be sloppy with their housekeeping. The waitress, who looks like she's been around the block or two, asks me if I want anything to drink. I'm almost afraid
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"I got the materials we need. I brought the book in so you can look at it. The supplies are out in my car. Some of it is still alive and I didn't think it'd be safe bringing them in." I shudder thinking about some of the things we're going to have to kill and cut up for the spell. I'll just make Gavin do it.
"Once you get your drink, join me at the corner table." I pick up my bag, and drink, and go to the darkest table in the bar and wait for Gavin to follow.
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I walked over to where she sat, and grabbed a seat across the table from her. "So show me this book then," I said laconically, a flat expression on my angular face. She passed me the volume, and looking as uninterested as possible, I casually leafed through it. "Right. So because you're the one leading this little ordeal, explain to me what exactly is involved. And most importantly, how long it's going to take."
I had more important things on my agenda at the moment than playing LifeGiver with Ms. Morgan here.
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"The spell itself will take a few hours to put together. A lot of mixing of things. After that, it's simply saying a few passages from the book. We have to do it outside, at midnight, but I think we can handle it. That is if you're still in. If you think it's too dangerous for you, then you don't have to help." I give him an amused look. If he doesn't help, I'll find someone else to do it with me.
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