Galway Girl [Closed]

[SolitareLee]

Okay so that was a pretty shady favor. "I don't suppose you'll tell me what's in the box?" she asked with a sigh. Well, if it was nothing illegal, that was honestly enough for her. Objectionable and illegal were two very different things. She wouldn't really have minded running marijuana across town for him, since cops rarely bothered her and didn't have enough time to care for a little pot besides. Valesport had real problems. "As long as no one's come to harm to get whatever's in the box, I don't really care." She didn't want to ferry a human liver or some shit. Southtown was a long run, but mostly through Old Town, where she knew she'd be safe. It was, in fact, well within her capabilities. In fact, as a runner, it was practically her specialty.

Her embarrassment and indignation came back in full force, however, with the implication he'd be there to get her nighttime 'essence samples.' That was pee he was talking about; he was implying he'd be there to collect her pee, that was disgusting, oh god. "I can get the samples myself!" she exclaimed, bright crimson. "If I do it right before sunrise, I'll be able to close the container mys... I'm not talking about this with you!" She threw her hands in the air. "If you want fur, I guess you can collect that yourself," she grumbled. "Do you really have to do an observation period before I even try the potion?"

He was stacking things on his desk, listing very official things he'd need. It was doing nothing for her embarrassment, or her nerves. This was all looking so serious all of a sudden. Well, it had been serious as the grave the whole time, she supposed. This was a fae she was dealing with. But the reality of that was starting to really hit her. She felt the sudden desire to ask for a lawyer.

But there was no lawyer. There was no help. There never would be. There was just her; there was always just her.

She chewed on the inside of her lip nervously, eyeing the items stacked on Evan Jackson's desk. "Alright... I think," she said, sounding less certain than she might have liked. "I can give you my address. Don't show up there outside of an appointment," she added firmly. "That's part of the terms of me giving it to you, alright? I don't need the goddamn Lost Boys showing up on a random Tuesday night." She stood and walked over to his desk, putting her hands down on it to lean... to hide the little bit of shaking her arms were doing. Her ears were flattened backwards, betraying her nerves.