Connections, Money and Secrets [Almaz]

[Mikhail]

   

The sudden weight against and on his shoulder and side surprise him. And even as he turned and tried to see the face through the dark strands of hair, Oriena's voice whipped out, sharp and provocative. Not provocative in the 'come here and fuck my brains out' kind of sultry sexy way- which was probably one of his favorites of all time. 

More like provocative in the 'let's see what I can get this guy to do.' Like that one girl with the ass at the club- you know, the kind that made people forget their names- during her lap dance, trying to get him to show her how he would pleasure her. He'd rolled his eyes at her request, knowing that at least one chump had probably done it- all miming licking and kissing and such. God, how pathetic that would have looked, all because this chick had provoked him. But of course, a guy half in the bag, horny as fuck , and no game, was probably totally willing to 'demonstrate' his skill. So he'd laughed in her face. And yeah, she got pissy about that. Which he found even funnier. Needless to say, there was no other real action from her during that dance. And she glared daggers at him as the night wore on. Which only emboldened him. It had ended up a great night. Hate turned to...well, he wasn't gonna say love. That was a joke. Lust. Hate-fucking? If she thought she was owning him or taking control in the end, who cared? He had his fun. And that ass.

So naturally he couldn't help a bark of laughter and an amused shake of his head at Jaxen Of-fucking-course. He didn't bother move or shift her. He liked the feel of her and her weight against him, immediately doing the math of figuring how easy she would be to throw around or carry. The fact that she knew Jaxen didn't surprise him. He felt the flicker of the power at his edges and looked around. Blonde cutie with a bob was looking at him, shit-eating grin on her face. Yeah, yeah.

As she straightened and took his drink, he reach into the breast pocket of his coat, brushing past the lighter to pull out a small box. He seized the power as he pulled out a joint- a special Hawaiian blend with a few extra surprises- then touched his now fiery fingertip to the end and then took a deep puff, holding it in for a moment before exhaling. With the power coursing through him, he felt his mind expand, slowing down even as he became aware of everything much more deeply. He held the spliff out to Jaxen as he said, "Well that's good to hear, Doll. But bruises ain't always bad. Especially the hand-shaped ones on the ass like he's got." He winked at Jaxen and then tilted his head slightly back so he could see the slight silhouette of hers, appreciation on his face, eyes smiling. "Or yours."

He glanced back down the way that led to the lower levels. He'd planned on taking Jaxen there. The upper floors were nice enough, if a bit...quiet. But he wasn't sure what Jaxen's comfort level was. To Jaxen, "Down below, where the caverns well and truly start, is where the real action is at." 

He signaled to the server to bring him another drink. The chilled vodka and the warmth from the joint contrasted nicely. "You look good, Doll. All healed up." A slight frown passed over his face, the rest of the memory coming through. "Ryler... Damn, that was something. I'm guessing you've got a line on him, yeah?" An amused thought occurred to him. And maybe he was needling her a bit. No sense in playing her game- not yet."Is he still alive? You don't got him in the cages below, do you? Poor guy...," he said, shaking his head.

He didn't really know her, aside from their few interactions. And her reputation, of course. If Ryker was alive, he had a mark on his head. 

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