One of the Back Alleys in Fandom, Very Early Sunday Morning

[angelo_wings]

Dawn was creeping over Fandom when Rita stumbled back towards her club. She'd had a fun night, but she never stayed the night unless she was hoping for a mistress gig, and Leon was just the hired help.

Speaking of, the bruiser was insisting on walking her back like a gentleman. Or like someone who was paid to be sure she didn't end up with a knife in her back.

The early-morning hangover wasn't helping her senses out any, but the sight peeking out from the dumpster shook her out of her fog.

"Are those legs?"

Just what she needed.

(Squall Leon modded with permission, natch)

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[wwiii]

"We'll start with his knees," Angelface noted mildly, pulling a little black book from inside his pocket and flipping through to see who was working with what john last night. "Once we've dealt with this mess. If he's got half a brain in his head he'll be halfway to Chicago by now."

They never had half a brain in their head. Made for that many more bodies to hide at the end of the week.

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

"I got a friend in Chicago," Leon offered helpfully. Exactly what that friend might be willing to do if asked, he figured was obvious.

[wwiii]

"Get him on the horn and tell him what's what," Angelface replied. "Tell him your boss has good kale if he makes it that far. Double if he makes an example of the man we can point at down the line if any future clients have misconceptions about exactly what product we're offering, here."

[angelo_wings]

Rita hated to admit it, but she was relieved. Angel wasn't going to brush this off, or cover it up. Granted, he wasn't doing that out of any sense of loyalty to Celia personally, but rather a good practical business sense; didn't make it any less satisfying, to know the man responsible was short on time.

Moments like this, it was easy to remember why she'd hopped into bed with him in the first place.

She felt like thanking him, but didn't want him to know she'd gone soft.

"I'm off for some beauty sleep," she said, waving a cigarette in Celia's direction. "You don't need me for disposal."