Gathering Post - 5/7-5/15

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WEATHER || LONDONIST || BBC NEWS

(Rather than write the same vague drivel, 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!)

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[utterly_mysterious]

"Gracious, I should hope not..." Angelique began, before she realized what he meant. "Oh. Oh, no, nothing like that. I'm wet and I'm cold but he didn't hurt me. I didn't give him the chance."

As if to prove her point, she produced a mirrored compact from her bag and checked her mascara. "He just wanted to bring a friend on a date, and didn't bother to ask if I was interested. I told him he should date the friend if he was so keen, and he didn't appreciate my suggestion."

[taxi_d]

"I don't imagine he took to that suggestion too well," he replied with a bit of a laugh. "Not to be nody, miss, but was that a date...or a, you know, date?"

[utterly_mysterious]

"That depends," Angelique responded, looking up to the rearview mirror with arched brows, "on if we're driving by a police station on our long way 'round. I'm not interested in spending the night in a cell for something I didn't even commit." At least, not that night.

[taxi_d]

"Not at all, miss," Davey replied. "I'd never play judge and jury. Just curious, mostly, about what sort of twat would bring a friend on a date when the lady wasn't expecting it, is all."

[utterly_mysterious]

Angelique considered it for a few moments, then returned her attention to powdering her nose and cheeks. "In that case: exactly the sort of twat you're imagining. He thought he could talk me into a buy-one-get-one arrangement. Instead, he bought two and got none."

[taxi_d]

"Then he got exactly what he deserved," Davey chuckled. He slowed to a stop at the next light and looked back over the seat.

"My license back there says David but you can call me D," he said warmly.

[utterly_mysterious]

In many places in her life, Angelique was careful not to allow her work to come to light. Perhaps D was a little more understanding than, say, a wealthy club owner, or the half-brother of the Home Secretary. She smiled at him in the low shadows when he turned. "You may call me Angelique. It's a pleasure to meet you. My knight in shining taxi cab," she added, with a hint of dryness, because he had probably heard that one before.

"So, I'm having a profitable night. How about you?"