03-12-2019, 04:35 PM
Thalia glanced up when Nox shouldered a little more room at the bar (earning a little enmity from those around them in response). Her eyes crimped a smile; she didn’t find the chivalry necessary, but it was nice all the same. He leaned to press words into her ear, and she nodded understanding, though leaned to poke him playfully in the ribs before he left. “You have to show me how to do that thing with the lights!”
Her gaze peered back in the direction of the arguing, though for now she held their place in line.
NPC: Carmen
Carmen’s tattooed arms folded, gaze arrowed sharply upwards. Curled red hair rested on delicate shoulders, but little else spoke of fragility despite how Vadim towered above her. He scowled down at her granite expression, cut off from the direction Amaya had fled. “I didn’t fucking touch her.”
“Does my face look like it gives a shit. You’re not supposed to be anywhere near her.” Obsessions surfaced from time to time. It was part of the job to some extent, expected collateral, but not something that would be tolerated. Amaya was a beautiful girl, the very vessel of grace, and possessed of an allure coveted from time to time with too much ardency. Kallisti's darkened doors apparently exacerbated a withdrawal. The girl's urgent message had been clear. The fuck had followed her here.
"Can ya'll keep it down? Or maybe I can help out with whatever problem you got going on here.?"
Carmen's attention cut to the stranger who thought to intervene, jaw tight. Did the situation not look under control? A quick dissection dismissed the easy charm as a chancer on a white horse, thinking to achieve what she supposed he thought she could not. Like feminine lips were not adequate to the task. Her eyes rolled. “He’s just leaving.”
“Not your name above the door Carmen, last I checked. Call the red devils, eh? See if they care about your little Kallisti whore.”
Her arms unfurled like a roused viper. “This might not be my club, but don’t think for a second I won’t turf your ass straight out of here.”
Her gaze peered back in the direction of the arguing, though for now she held their place in line.
NPC: Carmen
Carmen’s tattooed arms folded, gaze arrowed sharply upwards. Curled red hair rested on delicate shoulders, but little else spoke of fragility despite how Vadim towered above her. He scowled down at her granite expression, cut off from the direction Amaya had fled. “I didn’t fucking touch her.”
“Does my face look like it gives a shit. You’re not supposed to be anywhere near her.” Obsessions surfaced from time to time. It was part of the job to some extent, expected collateral, but not something that would be tolerated. Amaya was a beautiful girl, the very vessel of grace, and possessed of an allure coveted from time to time with too much ardency. Kallisti's darkened doors apparently exacerbated a withdrawal. The girl's urgent message had been clear. The fuck had followed her here.
"Can ya'll keep it down? Or maybe I can help out with whatever problem you got going on here.?"
Carmen's attention cut to the stranger who thought to intervene, jaw tight. Did the situation not look under control? A quick dissection dismissed the easy charm as a chancer on a white horse, thinking to achieve what she supposed he thought she could not. Like feminine lips were not adequate to the task. Her eyes rolled. “He’s just leaving.”
“Not your name above the door Carmen, last I checked. Call the red devils, eh? See if they care about your little Kallisti whore.”
Her arms unfurled like a roused viper. “This might not be my club, but don’t think for a second I won’t turf your ass straight out of here.”