[Los Angeles had never been Eames' favorite city. Too much pollution, too many angry people crammed in one space, too many people who seemed burnt out and wrung out. It wasn't a happy city, but perhaps his memories of the last time he was in this place had colored them slightly.
He hadn't bothered to contact Heine since they had decided to part ways, but he had still kept in touch with Badou and Nill ( and Naoto, occasionally, but mostly she just texted 'no' and 'blocked' in response to anything he said ). Which meant that he knew slightly what Heine was up to, and none of it was good.
While he could admit to himself he was jealous of Magato, he could also say that he didn't approve of anyone who helped get someone hooked on drugs and didn't care about anyone but themself. So he was less than pleased to see that familiar greasy face hanging out at his favorite LA bar. If fate was kind, he would have been able to leave without making a scene, but fate seemed to believe Eames was overdue for some unnecessary drama.]
Magato, good to see you.
[Except it wasn't, clearly, by his tone and his lackluster approach, hands tucked in his pockets.]
I wasn't aware you had a taste for anything outside of meth or back alleys.
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He hadn't bothered to contact Heine since they had decided to part ways, but he had still kept in touch with Badou and Nill ( and Naoto, occasionally, but mostly she just texted 'no' and 'blocked' in response to anything he said ). Which meant that he knew slightly what Heine was up to, and none of it was good.
While he could admit to himself he was jealous of Magato, he could also say that he didn't approve of anyone who helped get someone hooked on drugs and didn't care about anyone but themself. So he was less than pleased to see that familiar greasy face hanging out at his favorite LA bar. If fate was kind, he would have been able to leave without making a scene, but fate seemed to believe Eames was overdue for some unnecessary drama.]
Magato, good to see you.
[Except it wasn't, clearly, by his tone and his lackluster approach, hands tucked in his pockets.]
I wasn't aware you had a taste for anything outside of meth or back alleys.