Enzyme
The All-Powerful Enzyme!
Carter Dresden
Carter watched the blonde saunter over to the table as he leaned back in his chair. He smirked at her remark, leading him to motion to the chair. "In that case, seats all yours." He watched her take her place, his beady eyes studying her stunning features, which he had only recently begun to notice. His smile slightly faded as she brought up the old newspaper headlines. While the shooting at the factory hadn't killed anyone he cared for, as it even helped support his cause, it still felt like a personal attack and attempt on his life. With Arlene shinning light upon it, it just reminded him that she was part of the family that would happily put him in a shallow grave. He chuckled lightly, sitting up in his seat. "Nothin' wrong wit' a lil' madness." He winked to her as he pushed the newspaper aside. It had done enough to captive his morning, he wasn't going to let it be the center piece of his lunch discussion as well.
When she asked what the chances were she received untampered coffee, he leaned back in his chair and folded his hands. "Well, considering I'm not touchin' it," He nodded over to the waitress, who sprung up happily at the tables acknowledgement. The woman scampered over, notepad in hand. When she asked for their order, he motioned for Arlene to go first. When she finished giving her order, he felt the waitress' eyes fall on him. "Just a refill for me," He said, nodding to her. The woman clicked her pen and disappeared into the back.
"So, how are they anyways? I'm always a little nervous to meet 'the family'," He smirked, sitting back up in his chair. The interval had been quiet. While perhaps it was tense for the Porters, but the IWU had been too focused on rebuilding to worry about retaliating. While the physical structure was being rebuilt, the chain of command had a few renovations as well. Carter had been invited out to relieve their former boss of his duties, but he decided to stay back and get lunch instead.
Misty Gray (Arlene)
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