Judas Iscariot

"That’s because you’re the best at it, Timmy. But you know, I think you’re right about us helping each other, so okay. I’ll bite. You show me yours and I’ll show you mine. Deal?"

A slow smirk played on the Demon's lips and he wriggled his fingers as if about to do a magic trick.

"All these Angels and Demons and everything inbetween scurrying to this little town. Can be a bit of a... Problem for you though. Don't want them taking your golden boy away, hmmm? I can offer you both a place to bunker down when things get a little crazy. I can also tell you who is currently in this town and where."

Eh, there’s sneaky and there’s sneaky. You’re welcome, dig in…

Good eye, I’ll give you that one.

And with you? One cut thread and one hijacked one. Not so hard to spot if you know what you’re lookin’ for. And I do. Usually. Though lately, not so much…

The Demon had one biscuit in his mouth and his hand was already reaching for another one.

"I should of known you'd have my number. Smart as well as pretty, yup... Bright as a button. Although, couldn't help but notice a sudden influx of folk in this little town. Even I'm not so vain as to think they're all here for little ol' me."

"That’s because you’re the best at it, Timmy. But you know, I think you’re right about us helping each other, so okay. I’ll bite. You show me yours and I’ll show you mine. Deal?"

"Oh yes. Now we get down to the meat and gravy..."

He slung his arm around her shoulders and began to gently lead her towards the back entrance of the church.

"Soooo... I hear that there's a race for the throne and you have a prize pony. I like your boy, think he'd make a good go of it. Anything's better than that bloody queue. We want the same thing.... And I can help make it happen. For a little something something in return..."

"So I hear. But talk is cheap, right? Especially in our neck of the woods…"

At the mention of Sam, she quirked dark brow slightly.

"Really? Hm. I swear, you free the old man once and suddenly, the gossip never stops. So what’re the tabloids saying about me this time? I’ve been trying to keep a low profile, so I’m a little out of the loop back home."

"Talk is cheap, but the right information is expensive. But that's always been my game, love."

"Oh you've been keeping a low profile, sweetheart. But I have sharp eyes. And I think that perhaps we can help each other..."

You know, I should’ve guessed you had some part in this… too much hoopla for you not to be around here somewhere. But hey, it’s not a party until someone crashes it, right?

Lucky for us, they’re looking for a side of feathers with their Happy Meal. Good thing, too. I’m not much for sharing my french fries…

On the other hand, I’m guessing business is booming, yeah? What, with all of the ‘angels and monsters and demons, oh my!’ going on around here.

He grinned wide and took a low sweeping bow.

"Of course. Got to be where the action's at, darling. I've known about that little slipstream for some time. And of course there's talk of big things to come..."

"A lot of stories of you and your pet a~bom~in~ation~"

Well, you know me, I do like my glamour. But since all of the movers and shakers have decided Bumfuck, Montana is the place to be these days, I figured I’d come see what all the fuss was about.

Pleasure trip turned out to be more business than I thought it would, though…

"Place was nice and quiet when I got here. Set up my little place on top of the express elevator down. Suddenly it's the number one holiday spot. Pity about those Leviathan though.... Good job there's plenty of Song Birds for them to chew on."

"That just about sums it up."

"I must admit, I’m not the most interesting individual. My daily regime when it comes to fun might bore you to tears. And what about you?"

"Me? Nothing much really, I'm afraid. Had a fun stint in London... Really doesn't take much to get those folk to Sin or sign their Soul away. Lovely people, love the place. Now?"

"Busy, busy, busy. Got my little club all set up and ready to go. Business is booming."

Well then, ‘plain old Tim with cream and three sugars’…

~goes to dig out biccies and make the coffee, coming back with a little tray;

What’s a demon like you doin’ in a place like this?

~waves one hand vaguely, brushing off the comment;

Don’t you worry now, I’m not speciesist. Just like to call ‘em as I see ‘em.

"And there was me thinking I was being all sneaky like."

He grinned wide when he saw the tea tray and rubbed his hands together gleefully.

"Aw now, you are a star. So... What's a Fate like you doing in a place like this?"

He managed to make it sound nonchalant as he dunked a biscuit into his coffee.

"Heh, yeah. Quiet-ish."

"Similar deal. Came here on work-related business. Y’know how it goes: when the boss-man says ‘jump’, you say ‘how high?’."

"Ah yeah. The Boss man...."

"Oh yeah, I know that feeling all too well. So, what does a bright young thing like yourself do for funsies?"

Well I’m sure if you asked nicely enough, someone would set you up, Timmy. But then, that takes all the fun out of it, huh?

"Well now, if it isn't my Miss Ruby Red! I didn't think that small town living was your deal."

"You as well, Tim. Tell me, what brings you to our little ol’ hick town? I didn’t think people actually came here by choice."

"Less a choice and more an accident. Came here for a... Business deal and ended up staying. It's not too bad I suppose... Quiet... Ish. What brings you here?"

" ‘Course you haven’t. Been a bit too busy for public appearances. Name’s Meg. And you, doll?"

"Good, good. Love a hard working girl, me. Name's Tim. Pleasure to meet you."

Dayton. But most people call me Sky. I don’t go in for much of the ‘Miss’ and ‘Mr’ business. A bit formal. First names are fine with me, especially if we’re getting personal enough to share biccies.

Cream ‘n sugar? Or are you more of the ‘strong black’ type?

"I'd say I'm sweet enough, but I'm really not. Cream and three sugars, thanks love."

"Sky? Nice. Suits you. Just plain old Tim over here. Pleasure."

"Who do I have to fuck to get a decent cup of tea and a chocolate biscuit around here?"

"The owner of a cafe, I’d assume."

"The main word there was decent, love. Not seen you around these parts before. Got a name?"

"Who do I have to fuck to get a decent cup of tea and a chocolate biscuit around here?"

Well ain’t you just a little ole ray of sunshine? I can do coffee and a hob nob. No chocolate.

"Coffee....? Eh, beggars and choosers.... Blah Blah Blah.... Go on then, spoil me. Miss...?"