Snippet #1123097

Joey had slipped quietly into the bathroom and locked the door pressing her back against the cheap wood. She squeezed her eyes shut in the dark bathroom and took a calming breathe before she heard the apartment door open and a scuffle in the hall. She opened one eye and peaked around the bathroom. Instantly the straightedge was in her sight. She bite her lip some and shook her head silently wishing she wouldn't have wanted it in her hand so badly right now. She snatched the blade from the sink and flicked it open and gave a silent grimace at the still dirty blade. She closed it quickly and deposited it into a fluffy pocket of her bathrobe. She could hear muffled voices from out in the hallway but nothing more.

She turned slightly with her hand on the doorknob as Pins said it was okay to come out. Her brows furrowed slightly thinking, he wouldn't sacrifice her even if he had a gun to his head, would he? "No..." she whispered ever so quietly. Pins would never bring her out of a hiding spot, no matter how useless it was. She opened the door slowly and peaked out. She eyed the man she didn't know, her gaze harsh and piercing. She moved behind Pins to lock the door and pushed the deadbolt into place. She stood next to Pins and dropped her hands into her pockets, her right hand curling around her straightedge. "You can have a drink after you explain what the hell you're doing at my apartment this late at night."

Of course she new the underground of the city could be buzzing about Terry and his men, but she and Pins had been careful, whoever had information might have paid for it or was in on a deal of some kind. She only trusted Pins, and she did have her blade in hand again, which was a powerful feeling, even if she was in her bathrobe, barefoot and only had fluffiness between her and a bullet.