Dirty laundry

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the LAUNDROMAT

Perhaps you live in a dorm or an apartment that hasn't seen renovations since the eighties. Maybe your luck has really dried up and your washing machine at home broke the night before a job interview and you haven't done a load of laundry in two weeks. Whatever your story is you've ended up at the local 24-hour laundromat. It could be creeping in on midnight or three in the morning. Either way, the place is a dead zone. Leaving you floating in a liminal space where reality has been stripped down to the sounds of clattering quarters and the continuous thrum of the machines under the buzz of neon lights. This would be a horrible time to bump into someone you know, or worse - a complete stranger while you're staring into the middle distance in nothing but your American flag boxers reading a paperback.

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[nicely_tousled]

His brows both lifted a little, "Magical shortcuts. Fair enough." It wasn't disbelief, not really, if anything it was closer to curiosity, but he wasn't going to make a big deal out of it either way.

He wasn't sure if that made it more likely or less likely that this was, in fact, the same group they were there for. It was something that he'd have to go over the information they had once he got back home, keeping what he'd learned in mind to see if it fit.

"It's a high-traffic area, in more ways than one, I could imagine that's the kind of thing they'd want to keep abreast of, certainly the kind of thing I'd want to remain aware of if I was running some kind of criminal empire."

[inumbrated]

"They definitely like knowing things." Frankie stretched. "Almost more than actually doing things, they like knowing things." He leaned his head on his hand. "Though they've got very lofty goals."

That was about as much as Frankie could probably say about the coven, and he didn't particularly feel like testing his limits just then.

[nicely_tousled]

He nodded then, leaning more casually against the table as he continued folding, "Well, I've been grilling you for a while now, anything I can answer for you instead?"

He inclined his head, almost a shrug and almost an apology, "Of course, I can't promise I'll be able to answer fully, but that's the nature of the job isn't it?"

[inumbrated]

Frankie smiled and shook his head. "There's plenty I'd like to ask, but the less I know the better. If I'm lucky they won't think to ask me anything about tonight, but I can't be sure." He winked. "Better for you to stay a mysterious acquaintance who helped me with my laundry and happened to ask the right questions."

His dryer went off, and he went over to check his clothes. They were dry and stain free, so he pulled them out and folded them, which took only a couple of minutes. Before he picked everything up to leave, he turned to Joe with a sad smile. "It was nice talking to you. Thanks for keeping me company."