Post by Trevor Williams on Apr 8, 2011 22:39:48 GMT -8
Friday, September 2, 2011 9:00 p.m.
This had been one hell of a stressful week for leader and father of two, Trevor Williams. Not only had he had to deal with the stress of the whole bridge blow-up, but he had also had to deal with the worry a father naturally felt for his children. He thought a drink was well-earned, and while he was at it, he might as well square off his debt to Teague and buy him a few pints as promised, right? Of course.
So it was that poor Leonora had been sent on yet another flight out to deliver a letter, though this time was to Teague rather than his daughter. It read:
Meet me at the Abby. 9:00. -T
So, Trevor had set about finishing work for the day, eaten dinner, and then headed over to the Abby where he now waited.
((Sorry, kinda short and lame, but I can't seem to get into a Trevor-ish groove at the moment.))
Post by Teague MacTáil on Apr 15, 2011 21:12:22 GMT -8
To say he wasn’t surprised by the owl that had landed in front of him as he was making his way back to his small flat at the Hogs Head would have been a lie. It wasn’t the owl itself that had caught him off guard, but more of the idea that someone wanted something from him now, at half past eight. Kneeling down, he held and arm out for the bird and let it hop on before regaining his feet. Removing the small message it had clutched in its talons, the tracker let out a soft chuckle before tossing the bird back in the air so that it could return to wherever it came from. A small smirk graced his face as he read it, though he was curious as to the occasion. Teague didn’t think he had a meeting, or anything to repot for that matter… Meh, whatever. He’d figure out what it was all about once he got to the Abby.
A quick apperation to the Leakey Cauldron and a short walk later had the tracker walking comfortably through the familiar doors of the Abby. Offering his typical wave to the bartending crew, Teague let his eyes scan the bustling crowd for Trevor. Zeroing in on him sitting at the bar near the wall, the tracker made his way over to the man, giving him a nod in greeting once he finally made it through the crowd. ”What’s the special occasion?” he queried with a grin
Post by Trevor Williams on Apr 20, 2011 23:26:40 GMT -8
"Settling my debt," Trevor replied simply before smacking the bar stool next to his to motion Teague to sit. "His tab's on me!" he told the barkeep with a motion of his hand towards Teague. He waited for Teague to order something while taking a sip of his beer and then setting down the chilled mug. "It's no Hog's Head, I'll admit, but I've heard people mention this place. Thought I'd come and see what it was about even if it is in London." At least it was fairly near the part he had been to before, so it hadn't been too much trouble to locate.
"So, what have you been up to?" he decided to ask. He had no clue what to talk to Teague about, really, but he figured it could amount to something depending on Teague's answer. He really didn't want to talk about work tonight, though--unless one of Teague's ventures out to test the checkpoints had revealed any possible clues concerning the bombing of the bridge the Hogwarts Express had thankfully noticed before running off. But even then, he wasn't sure he wanted to know quite yet, if the news would only heighten the concern he already felt for his two daughters in that castle. But Hogwarts was surely the safest place for them to be right now. No one could penetrate it. The security had been changed and improved since the Order had been in control of it.
Post by Teague MacTáil on Apr 22, 2011 15:30:14 GMT -8
Settling his debt? The tracker looked at him slightly curious until he remembered the promise of pints for recent favors. Grinning, the tracker took the offered seat thinking this was by and far, a much better plan then just going home for some R&R.
“The Abby may be no Hog’s Head but it’s definitely my favorite place to knock back a pint or two without having to worry too much anything. Pretty good crew they have running the place. Added bonus that it’s in muggle London, less likely to run into someone you’d rather not,” he stated with a chuckle as the bartender brought him over his usual pint of Guinness (generally what he started the night with unless he needed something stronger) without needing to be asked. Knocking back a hearty swig, Teague let out a satisfied sigh.
”Stayin out of trouble for the most part,” he quipped, when Trevor had asked what’d he’d been up to. ”Running to a few places for you, running a few jobs with Cora, gaining a small fortune off of unsuspecting card players over at Lure…same old, same old. How about you? Girls survive the first day at Hogwarts?”
Post by Trevor Williams on Apr 24, 2011 9:43:59 GMT -8
Trevor chuckled and rose his mug to Teague once he had a drink. Not running into someone he didn't want to run into was definitely an added bonus. Precisely the reason he figured they could drink here. He didn't have to worry about manipulating his looks or being recognized and becoming fodder for wizarding paparazzi while drunk. Perhaps it wasn't quite far enough, but he wasn't going to take extreme steps. "Come to this bar in Timbuktu! Finest drinks you'll ever have!" Yeah, that would've made Teague more than a little confused, and besides, Trevor just didn't want to take this avoiding being recognized thing that far.
As Teague answered his question, Trevor listened. Same old, same old was right. But Cora? Interesting. "Yeah, they survived. Heard from Katya. Layla seems far from interested in writing. She's probably excited. First bit of school and all." He sighed and took a drink before looking at Teague, a mischievous glint to his eyes. "So, you and Cora seem to be getting rather cozy lately," he said, nudging the man lightly in the side and figuring that was all he needed to say. After all, his companion's reaction would tell him all he needed to know on the subject--hopefully. Unless Teague had a good poker face, that is, which was possible and actually desirable since he was having him check into border security and trying to get information from Fierro and such, but that was beside the point.
Post by Teague MacTáil on Apr 25, 2011 22:30:31 GMT -8
He nodded and listened as Trevor answered. Good to hear everything was alright considering the little episode with the Hogwarts Express. That would have been rather exciting, not to mention a good tracking challenge. Unfortunately for him, he was up in border land at the time checking into various things and generally (surprising considering the locale) having a good time ripping apart and improving checkpoints. Bringing his attention back to the conversation he couldn’t help but grin. ”Ah, they’re just being kids is all, sure they’ll be enjoying the first week of almost freedom before classes start getting complicated. Bet you get more owls then you’ll ever want then.”
Teague did well not to choke on the mouthful of beer he had when Trevor mad his little statement about him and Cora. Now that was definitely not expected. He didn’t change anything about his posture to indicate Trev may have struck a nerve as he tried to think of anything he may, or may not have done in the past few weeks to tip the guy off. Game face on…well at least until he figured out where this was going. Even so, the tracker had to work hard to suppress a chuckle and settled for a slight smirk. Lifting an eyebrow curiously as he turned to the other man, the tracker calmly quipped, ”I’m sure I have no idea what yer talkin about.”
Post by Trevor Williams on May 8, 2011 21:57:59 GMT -8
Trevor nodded his agreement before going on to ask about Teague and Cora in his roundabout way. When Teague tried to deflect, he chuckled and took a swig of his beer. Once he swallowed, he shook his head. "Honestly, Teague? I bother to take notice of something like this and you're going to play dumb?" he asked, raising a brow. "But whatever, mate. At least you're surely getting some now. Insurance I won't have to deal with a sexually deprived and frustrated tracker in the near future. Cheers!" He rose his glass to Teague's bottle and took a swig once he clinked them together.
Honestly, he could care less if Teague told him details or even confirmed it. He was just gauging things to know what to expect. It was sort of a dangerous thing to have his tracker and his assassin involved. One or the other pisses off the other, and their work would be thrown off and/or one or both would end up dead, and he'd have to go back to square one in finding someone to trust well enough in one or both positions. He really didn't want that, so this was something to keep an eye on. This was, of course, easier said than done. Both would be secretive because of one reason or another. Cora might be easier to convince, though, which was kind of funny in Trevor's mind, considering he was much closer to Teague than Cora, but as it was, he knew Cora's buttons more or less.
Post by Teague MacTáil on May 12, 2011 21:19:15 GMT -8
He shook his head and couldn’t help but grin as he clinked glasses with Trevor before taking a hearty swig.. Go figure that the bossman would be the first, and hopefully the only one, to catch on. ”Hey now!” he shot back, giving the other man a playful shove, Even though it is rather heartwarming to know that yer soooo concerned about my extracurricular activities, I can assure you a ‘sexually deprived/frustrated tracker’ as you so kindly put it, is one thing you won’t ever have to worry about. And hypothetically speaking of course, what does it matter if I was hanging out with her more, which I’m not….you tell anyone about this, dark lord or not I’ll kill you, mostly because Cora’d kill me.
Chuckling, he took another swig, polishing off what was left in the bottle, having decided if this line of questioning was going to continue he definitely needed to get drunker. Flagging down the bartender, he decided to switch to something a little more potent; so when the bartender slid him a Irish/Scott whiskey blend on the rocks, he couldn’t help but grin as he took a small sip. Now this was the stuff! Turning back to Trevor a mischievous smirk plastered on his face ”Why so curious about my social life anyway? Havin a rough go in the bedroom and need some advice?”
Post by Trevor Williams on Jul 15, 2011 17:20:50 GMT -8
Trevor chuckled at Teague's last comment. "Well, I'll at least give her this much: she does know how to whip a man," he teased before taking a swig of his drink. He was about to answer Teague's question of what it mattered anyway, but the man began to order another drink before he could. "Make that two," he added, raising his left hand briefly with two fingers up. He might never have tried that, but if Teague liked it enough to order it, perhaps it was good. At the very least, it would be stronger than what he already had. When he was served his drink, he took a small sip and nearly spit it out. Ah, that burned. He just wasn't thinking to expect it.
At Teague's question, the man snorted. "Me? Need advice?" he replied, shaking his head. "Now that would be a cold day in hell! Believe me, Sienna and I know just what each other likes and just when to expand our horizons. Besides, a self-help book would be more my style, don't you think? You know me: arrogant as hell--or so everyone likes to think." He rolled his eyes and took another sip of the drink, this time leaving the liquid in his mouth a moment before swallowing it down. Not too bad, actually, now that he was anticipating the burn. A little sweet, a little not. All in all, good.
"Anyway, I was merely curious because I would hate to see you and Cora at each other's throats in the future if things, Merlin forbid of course, go south. You two work so well together and get so much done, it would be such a shame." He watched Teague closely for any sign of a reaction. There was no way in hell Teague would like that he was already thinking about the possible end, but in his position, he had to. His best tracker and his best assassin needed to be aware of the fact they were going to become each other's weaknesses. "And, despite how insecure this sounds, I would hate for Warren, Darque, or that pesky resistance to find out you two are each other's weakness. It would put such power in their hands the results could be disastrous."
Post by Teague MacTáil on Jul 18, 2011 19:35:05 GMT -8
Teague couldn’t hold back a smirk when Trevor ordered the same drink he had, fairly certain that the man would not be expecting the huge kick from it. As tempting as it was to forewarn the man, the tracker decided it would be more amusing not to. And he wasn’t disappointed. The face Trevor had made when he almost spat the amber liquid out put a smile on the trackers face. Served him right for being a pratt. He took another swallow of his own drink as he listened to the other man’s reply to his earlier question and chuckled. ”Arrogant as hell? You? Never! Though you know, a book like that would sweep the nation; Self-help for Arrogant Dark Lords and their Evil Minions. An instant success!” he joked back.
Leaning comfortably against the bar, he turned toward Trevor as the man continued on about him and Cora and gave the man a slight glare. Merlin, this was like the third degree here and the tracker didn’t like it. ”Merlin mate, what are you? My mother? We aren’t going to kill each other, thank-you very much. And what’s with all this if things go south crap?” The tracker turned away and knocked back the rest of the contents of his glass before setting the empty glass down a little harder then was necessary maybe and signaled the bartender for a refill. Shit, he had all but confirmed Trevor’s suspicion with that small rant. Bloody hell. ”You worry too much, way to much…” he added at the mention of Warren, Darque or the resistance ever finding out. As far as he knew, Trevor was the only one that knew about them and if the tracker had his way, he’d be the only one to know. ”How the hell did you catch on anyway? ”
Post by Trevor Williams on Aug 6, 2011 18:03:28 GMT -8
"That's my secret," Trevor replied with a wink. "And it's not worry if it's realistic. I'm not going to sit here trembling until it happens, just considering a possible outcome--something you need to do from time to time, mate. If you aren't prepared, how can you handle it if it comes with any sense of integrity?" He shrugged and took another drink. This time, the face was barely present, though a hint of it could be detected fairly easily. "Anyway, I know when a topic's not welcome. So, what shall we talk about now, Teague?" he continued. "The weather? I should hope not."
He sighed, took another drink, and then, after swallowing, seemed to have come up with another topic. "So, why don't you tell me how you two started, hmm?" he asked. "I may have caught on, but that doesn't mean I know everything. What makes her Teague-worthy? And please don't say the way she does her job. You and I both know that may be attractive, but it's hardly a reason to start a relationship with someone." He leaned against the bar top, crossing his arms.
Post by Teague MacTáil on Aug 14, 2011 2:07:03 GMT -8
”Yer secret eh? You are going to make me pry it out of you now, are ya?” The tracker rolled his eyes in response to Trevor’s wink and then let out an exasperated sigh at the man’s seeming unwillingness to drop the subject. It wasn’t like he never thought about things in the long term, or the short term for that matter, he just preferred not to dwell on things that didn’t require his immediate attention. Really what good would it do anyway? If shit was going to hit the fan, it would; it was just the way the cards fell. Taking a sip of his newly refilled drink, he let the amber liquid sit in his mouth for a bit, savoring the burn, before swallowing it down. Looking over to Trevor he couldn’t help but grin and let out a soft chuckle when the man said he had hoped they had more to talk about then the weather. I’d sure hope there was something more interesting to talk about then the weather…
Teague took a moment to settle in, figuring they’d be here for the long haul, and leaned up comfortably against the bar. In that short amount of time it would seem that Trevor had come up with a new topic. Great. He wanted to know how Cora and him started…the tracker honestly wanted to just headdesk at the moment. ”I don’t know…really it was just a few jobs together, and then a random encounter in which I may have incidentally interrupted a job she was on, which lead to just kinda hangin out, then I said something without thinkin and got acquainted with a bookshelf real quick …somehow that ended in a dinner or 3 and stuff…and things just-, I don’t know, it kinda…it just sort of happened…” Why he chose to let all that out was beyond him, this was definitely not something he was used to. No one ever asked about anything he considered to be part of his personal life (he by and far preferred it that way) and Teague actually surprised himself when he answered. Hell, now his friend/boss was going to think he was a love struck sap. Stupid drink…it seemed to have loosened his tongue.
The tracker took another sip of his drink and thought on the other thing Trevor had asked: What did make her Teague-worthy? Of course he wasn’t shallow enough to just say it was her job, that was just stupid and about as far away from why he liked her as you could get. She was gorgeous, graceful in an I could kill you without breaking a sweat kinda way, she didn’t roll over for anyone…hell, just being around felt right for lack of a better way to explain it.”Teague-worthy?” the tracker queried as he scratched the back of his head and smirked.
Post by Trevor Williams on Aug 24, 2011 21:44:31 GMT -8
Trevor nodded with a smirk and crossed his arms as Teague asked if he was going to make him pry it out of him. He fixed his jaw and tightened his lips as though to say there was work to be involved if he really wanted to know. Then, of course, he asked the question, and now Teague was answering. Random encounters and hanging out were good he supposed. He raised his brow at the bit about the bookshelf but clapped the man on the back and interjected with a, "That-a-boy!" before letting him continue to tell his tale.
When Teague finished and sipped at his drink, Trevor waited for him to swallow. After all, he hadn't quite answered all of his question. Of course, Teague's next words told him exactly why he hadn't answered everything. He hadn't understood the question, and here he had thought it was quite simple and obvious with what it meant. So, how to rephrase without making it sound like he thought Teague stupid. Trevor lifted his mug to his lips and took a sip himself before setting it back down. "Yes, 'Teague-worthy,'" Trevor replied, taking a moment longer before carrying on. "In other words, what attracted you to her? I mean, there had to have been something, some quality. I mean, unless you're just using her for a more permanent shag, but that, my friend, doesn't seem her style. So, what attracted you to our dear Coraline, hmm? What made her 'Teague-worthy' more than, say, Sienna or Maeve?"
Post by Teague MacTáil on Sept 25, 2011 20:32:08 GMT -8
So the man wasn’t going to make it easy then, judging by the way he fixed his jaw and crossed his arms. Fine, if Trev wanted to play it that way, the tracker would oblige. He was sure he could weasel it out of the man before the night was through. The tracker took a long pull on his drink as Trevor went on to explain his meaning and Teague couldn’t suppress a smirk. Letting out a soft chuckle he turned to Trev, ”Well for starters, Sienna is taken by you and Maeve is young enough to be my kid. But Teague-worthy ya say… heh. Well for starters she’s gorgeous and sexy, she’s strong, witty, sharp minded; doesn’t let people push her around; graceful in a I could kill you without breakin a sweat kinda way…” The tracker seemed to lose himself for a moment, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. ”She’s got this soft side ya know, something no one ever takes time to notice…she doesn’t show it, but it’s there…”
He sighed and took another sip of his drink. It was official. He was definitely a love struck sap. He rested his head in his hand, head still full of thoughts about Cora. ”You ever tell her I told you that mate and I can guarantee you tha’ you won’t have a tracker left after she’s through with me. I’m supposed to keep this on the down low.” The tracker chuckled to himself before taking another sip of his drink and giving Trev a playful nudge. ”So how’d ya know? Do I have a tell? I say something odd? You do know I’ll harass you every waking hour of every day until you tell me right?”
Post by Trevor Williams on Nov 27, 2011 17:18:11 GMT -8
Trevor listened as Teague went on about Cora, chuckling as he said she was gorgeous and sexy. Well, he had that right. And yes, she was strong, witty, and sharp minded. She didn't let people push her around and was definitely graceful in the way Teague said. But although those were things anyone would have to be dead not to notice, the way Teague said them made Trevor smile. And it was as he continued that that smile broadened. Teague was definitely falling for Cora--hard. It was good, but at the same time, it was a little worrisome. After all, if something happened, he was out a tracker for a while, and if Cora was falling just as hard, he would be down a hit witch. But he wasn't going to rain on his parade right now.
At Teague's threat, Trevor rose a brow. "You threatening me, Teague?" he asked, obviously just giving him a hard time. At his playful nudge, Trevor smirked, listening to the other man's question. "Let's just say I have eyes and ears everywhere, hmm?" he replied. No, it wasn't how he had figured it out, but what did it matter? It wasn't like Teague really had a tell. No, he'd just noticed they'd gone out on missions together more, and he'd wondered about it, so he'd decided to ask Teague and make him rat himself out. It turned out he was right, and so it made him feel all the smarter for it.
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