'A mutual acquaintance.' Uh-huh. A mutual acquaintance (a pair of mutual acquaintances) about whom Waxey gives not a shit. A pair of mutual acquaintances who could use a little shaking down. As far as Waxey's concerned, the woman oughtta be lauded for the damage she'd done. (If it'd been in his town, of course it'd be a different story.)
But Albany and New York have some kind of alliance going (not much Waxey can do about that), so of course Rankin's got to account for his people. There were probably some tense confrontations over what'd happened, and Waxey reminds himself not to smile at the thought. Maybe those confrontations account for Warden's venom. Maybe he's just pissed the broad got away from him. What was it she'd said about Warden, about him saying she'd be pulled back in no time?
"The club." Waxey nods, rolls the cigar between his fingers. "That was, what, half a year ago? You're a little slow." Nothing barbed in that remark; it's just an observation. Er. Mostly.
He's not sure what to make of Warden's final remark, so he smirks. "Anyway, the way you put it, it sounds like the woman's indestructible." Which is absurd. (Yeah? Albany's got its own rules, and sickly as she'd seen, Drawdes'd shown remarkable strength. Maybe he shouldn't think too much about indestructible. Maybe it's a good thing he hadn't tried shooting her.)
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Date: 2015-04-09 06:38 am (UTC)But Albany and New York have some kind of alliance going (not much Waxey can do about that), so of course Rankin's got to account for his people. There were probably some tense confrontations over what'd happened, and Waxey reminds himself not to smile at the thought. Maybe those confrontations account for Warden's venom. Maybe he's just pissed the broad got away from him. What was it she'd said about Warden, about him saying she'd be pulled back in no time?
"The club." Waxey nods, rolls the cigar between his fingers. "That was, what, half a year ago? You're a little slow." Nothing barbed in that remark; it's just an observation. Er. Mostly.
He's not sure what to make of Warden's final remark, so he smirks. "Anyway, the way you put it, it sounds like the woman's indestructible." Which is absurd. (Yeah? Albany's got its own rules, and sickly as she'd seen, Drawdes'd shown remarkable strength. Maybe he shouldn't think too much about indestructible. Maybe it's a good thing he hadn't tried shooting her.)