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tampered2007-11-04 04:41 pm
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Back Log;
When; November 1st, late evening
Rating; R for language
Characters; Bill![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
likesuperman and Elle Driver venomouselle
Summary; At last, the snake and snake charmer meet face to face.
Log;"When Will I See You Again" was Bill's favorite 70's soul song. Elle knew it well. It was Bill's pick those days when they dusted off the record collection. While putting on her navy blue coat and stepping through the door, it got stuck in her head. Likely because that was the question that had been going through her mind.
When would she see him again? Would she at all? The more days that passed the more unsettled Elle found herself. More cigarettes butts in the ashtray. More minutes on the network looking for a positive sign. Finally. Finally they would meet.
Elle Driver was something close to terrified. Fucking Budd already had everything starting off on the wrong foot. Being new to the City and a tactful bastard, Bill was not going to cause a scene. That much she could rest comfortably with. Just because of that, didn't mean that there wouldn't be any sort of retribution or punishment.
The Coliseum was closer in view. By the time she got there, Elle was on her second cigarette. It remained between her lips until she got to the door of the bar and tossed it aside.
Rating; R for language
Characters; Bill
likesuperman and Elle Driver venomouselle Summary; At last, the snake and snake charmer meet face to face.
Log;"When Will I See You Again" was Bill's favorite 70's soul song. Elle knew it well. It was Bill's pick those days when they dusted off the record collection. While putting on her navy blue coat and stepping through the door, it got stuck in her head. Likely because that was the question that had been going through her mind.
When would she see him again? Would she at all? The more days that passed the more unsettled Elle found herself. More cigarettes butts in the ashtray. More minutes on the network looking for a positive sign. Finally. Finally they would meet.
Elle Driver was something close to terrified. Fucking Budd already had everything starting off on the wrong foot. Being new to the City and a tactful bastard, Bill was not going to cause a scene. That much she could rest comfortably with. Just because of that, didn't mean that there wouldn't be any sort of retribution or punishment.
The Coliseum was closer in view. By the time she got there, Elle was on her second cigarette. It remained between her lips until she got to the door of the bar and tossed it aside.