When Jessie stepped into the hotel, it wasn’t without knowledge where the little bastard would be.
It wasn’t in a state of blindness, and not knowing.
He stepped into the hotel, already aware where he would find him.
He even knew who else was about.
The wage of having as many contacts paid off and did not, some would claim the former, some insisted on the latter, but either or: the wage of having as many contacts landed him here, and bestowed upon him the knowledge that entered him through the doorway, and he glance at the reception, and smiled at the people there.
Then, he went up. He’d not take the elevators, even if some liked to work.
He took the stairs. And only the stairs.
Clambered up in a juvenile way, before getting to do the floor with the little bastard there.
He should perhaps not call him bastard.
Danny should perhaps learn to read minds to make that stop.
So, Jessie got there.
When he got to the appropriate floor, he ain’t need to glance left and right in confusion over where the cunt was; Jessie just knew. And he knew for a little birdy had told him, for he had such a bird one per each finger--
For he was well informed, for Danny was a creature of habit, and that was a problem-- for he strutted forth almost, strutted-- not at all as careless as to disallow his hands from being so close to his weapons. He knew he was fully equipped. He knew that much of his weaponry had found itself concealed, existing safe and snug in the many pockets of his, and under his clothing, and that the state of this part of the world described the occasional attack of the vampires was simply a nice, and well-working excuse that Jessie would not shrug off.
But he got to the door.
That was the point.
He knocked.
He leaned like a slut by the door. There, the wall housed his frame, until the footfalls from the room at his back should announce a man coming to answer his presence-- and Jessie’s hand remained close, so very close to a nice glock just in case should any of this be a trap, or a problem--
Daniel answered.
It still could have been a problem.
And yet Jessie winked at the fucker in greeting.
“Helllooooo, lover,” he spoke, before rudely slipping past and inside--
He simply did squeeze past, and did land himself in this place, and he did venture out to the bed, and stop mid-way to giggle and say, sporting indeed a very happy face--
“Aw, look, the bed’s all musty and ugly. Wanna give it a lil bounce?”
He wiggled his brows cheekily.
Ass.
"What's up, Danny-boy?" he teased, good spirited all around.
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Posted 05-01-2021, 06:14 PM
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