(Rather than write the same vaguedrivel, here is a pretty gif to inspire you, a link to the weather for the week, and a link to londonist, a great resource for all things London related. As always this post is open all week. Tag in, tag others, check back often!)
"Wont kill me to skip a meeting," Danny shrugged, resting his head against the cool glass of the window and closing his eyes. "I'd rather have a drink than talk about my feelings anyway."
"Yeah? Is that what goes on at those meetings? I've always been curious.
Never curious enough to sit in on one, mind, but curious nonetheless.
Feelings, hmm? I don't think I'd like that. Way I was raised you just don't
talk about things like that except with your missus, maybe," D said,
checking Danny's reflection in his mirror so he didn't have to turn his
head to see the man.
"Given where I've just asked you to take me, it's safe to assume I don't have a 'missus'," Danny replied, meeting his gaze in the mirror as though daring him to make something of it.
Even broken and beaten, Danny was still a fighter in some ways.
"Ah, you know what I mean, mate. Husband, wife...you know. The missus," D
chuckled. "But I know what you mean. Going out like that generally means
you ain't got no one waiting at home. You look like a fit young bloke.
You're probably popular at the clubs, yeah? Are you?"
The driver's constant chatter was making him uneasy, and Danny sank lower in his seat.
"I suppose. Maybe- I dunno," he replied, rubbing his face. "I'm not trying to pull anyone though. I just need to be out for a bit, I don't want my roommate to worry about me.
"There's plenty of places to go that's not a club or a meeting," Davey
said. He had to stop at a light so he took the opportunity to look back
over the seat to Danny.
"Could go for a coffee. There's a few art exhibits open at this hour. Could
just wander around Piccadilly if you like. Million things to do in this
city, mate. When I'm done after you I think I'm going to go for pizza and
games. Win some tickets and collect some cheap Chinese crap for the fun of
it."
"So you went out so your flatmate wouldn't worry, but you've got no money
to do anything? Can I ask how you were going to get home from St. Michael's
if you've got barely enough for the cab?" he asked as the light changed and
he rolled forward.
"You're my last fare of the night. Why don't we go get a cuppa and kill
some time?" he said. He didn't need the bloke's money and no one was going
to say anything to him if he blew off a fare, especially at this hour. So
he'd fence a few watches to make up the pennies. He wasn't too worried
about it.
"I don't mean starbucks, mate. We can get tea at any filling station. Drink
it in the taxi. Kill some time," Davey said. "Unless you'd rather just walk
around in the rain."
Once upon a time, Danny had been easily charmed by the kindness of strangers. Now though... Now he was always wary. Still, it was better than being in the rain, and he had his mobile. If something happened, he could call Hex.
Davey nodded and reached for the meter to zero it out. Then he headed for
the nearest filling station that he knew had a small market attached.
Pulling in to park, he kiled the engine and looked back at his far.
"I'm D. Davey," he said. It said as much on his permit on the back of the
seat. David Hunt, along with his license number. Driving a taxi may well be
the only legal thing he did. He did take pride in his license, though. It
had been bloody hard to get.
"Let's go in. You mind if I smoke in the taxi?" he asked. From the smell of
it it certainly wouldn't be the first he'd had in the car, but he didn't
smoke while he had a fare in the seat. But this wasn't exactly the normal
fare. More like mates, but not quite that, either.
"No, mate. Good to have company. Let's go in and get some drinks. Might buy
a packet of crisps, too. Then we can loiter until the police come along and
tell me to move it," he grinned. Then Davey climbed out into the cold rain
and waited for Danny so they could go in the shop together.
Inside the shop it was brightly lit, fluorescent lights making sure nothing
cast a shadow. Davey picked up a packet of crisps on his way to the
beverage station where he chose a black tea and poured a cup of water right
from the boiler.
"You're about the quietest person I've had in my cab all week, Danny," he
said. "You just naturally quiet?"
"Lately, yeah," Danny admitted, shrugging one shoulder.
In the harsh light his face was still visibly bruised. Not swollen, but
slightly blue and yellow, and just behind his ear was a small patch of
shaved hair with visible stitches.
"Since you got that? Or did they get you because you wouldn't speak up?" D
asked. He was just making conversation, there was no judgment in his tone.
And in his dark eyes there was only curiosity and the gaze of a man who had
probably seen many, many bruises.
"I got it because I had something someone else wanted. Something no one wanted me to have," he said calmly. "I'd rather not talk about it though, if it's all the same to you."
Davey held up one hand in surrender, his paper cup in the other hand.
"Not my business," he said, putting it to bed. He knew how to keep his
mouth shut and he knew how to not ask too many questions, especially when
it was bad for him to know anything at all.
"You take sugar?" he asked instead, picking up two packets for himself.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
no subject
no subject
"Yeah? Is that what goes on at those meetings? I've always been curious. Never curious enough to sit in on one, mind, but curious nonetheless. Feelings, hmm? I don't think I'd like that. Way I was raised you just don't talk about things like that except with your missus, maybe," D said, checking Danny's reflection in his mirror so he didn't have to turn his head to see the man.
no subject
Even broken and beaten, Danny was still a fighter in some ways.
no subject
"Ah, you know what I mean, mate. Husband, wife...you know. The missus," D chuckled. "But I know what you mean. Going out like that generally means you ain't got no one waiting at home. You look like a fit young bloke. You're probably popular at the clubs, yeah? Are you?"
no subject
"I suppose. Maybe- I dunno," he replied, rubbing his face. "I'm not trying to pull anyone though. I just need to be out for a bit, I don't want my roommate to worry about me.
no subject
"There's plenty of places to go that's not a club or a meeting," Davey said. He had to stop at a light so he took the opportunity to look back over the seat to Danny.
"Could go for a coffee. There's a few art exhibits open at this hour. Could just wander around Piccadilly if you like. Million things to do in this city, mate. When I'm done after you I think I'm going to go for pizza and games. Win some tickets and collect some cheap Chinese crap for the fun of it."
no subject
no subject
"So you went out so your flatmate wouldn't worry, but you've got no money to do anything? Can I ask how you were going to get home from St. Michael's if you've got barely enough for the cab?" he asked as the light changed and he rolled forward.
no subject
no subject
"You're my last fare of the night. Why don't we go get a cuppa and kill some time?" he said. He didn't need the bloke's money and no one was going to say anything to him if he blew off a fare, especially at this hour. So he'd fence a few watches to make up the pennies. He wasn't too worried about it.
no subject
no subject
"I don't mean starbucks, mate. We can get tea at any filling station. Drink it in the taxi. Kill some time," Davey said. "Unless you'd rather just walk around in the rain."
no subject
"...Alright," he nodded. "Thanks."
no subject
Davey nodded and reached for the meter to zero it out. Then he headed for the nearest filling station that he knew had a small market attached. Pulling in to park, he kiled the engine and looked back at his far.
"I'm D. Davey," he said. It said as much on his permit on the back of the seat. David Hunt, along with his license number. Driving a taxi may well be the only legal thing he did. He did take pride in his license, though. It had been bloody hard to get.
no subject
no subject
"Let's go in. You mind if I smoke in the taxi?" he asked. From the smell of it it certainly wouldn't be the first he'd had in the car, but he didn't smoke while he had a fare in the seat. But this wasn't exactly the normal fare. More like mates, but not quite that, either.
no subject
"I don't mind. Do you mind if I have one as well?" he asked, pulling a wrinkled pack from his pocket and holding it up in show.
no subject
"No, mate. Good to have company. Let's go in and get some drinks. Might buy a packet of crisps, too. Then we can loiter until the police come along and tell me to move it," he grinned. Then Davey climbed out into the cold rain and waited for Danny so they could go in the shop together.
no subject
no subject
Inside the shop it was brightly lit, fluorescent lights making sure nothing cast a shadow. Davey picked up a packet of crisps on his way to the beverage station where he chose a black tea and poured a cup of water right from the boiler.
"You're about the quietest person I've had in my cab all week, Danny," he said. "You just naturally quiet?"
no subject
"Lately, yeah," Danny admitted, shrugging one shoulder.
In the harsh light his face was still visibly bruised. Not swollen, but slightly blue and yellow, and just behind his ear was a small patch of shaved hair with visible stitches.
no subject
"Since you got that? Or did they get you because you wouldn't speak up?" D asked. He was just making conversation, there was no judgment in his tone. And in his dark eyes there was only curiosity and the gaze of a man who had probably seen many, many bruises.
no subject
"I got it because I had something someone else wanted. Something no one wanted me to have," he said calmly. "I'd rather not talk about it though, if it's all the same to you."
no subject
Davey held up one hand in surrender, his paper cup in the other hand.
"Not my business," he said, putting it to bed. He knew how to keep his mouth shut and he knew how to not ask too many questions, especially when it was bad for him to know anything at all.
"You take sugar?" he asked instead, picking up two packets for himself.
no subject
Danny relaxed a little then, and nodded.
"Please," he said simply.
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)