Not terrible

[Mikhail]

Dollface took the bottle and a deep slug of vodka. She was determined to enjoy tonight, it seemed. Her lips were all kinds of kissable, for all of their meanness. And he liked her cold eyes.

But a game was a game. And any game was fun when the stakes were high. Kolomov wasn't a high stakes game. It had been chance, really, to see them here. They were going down either way. Even Yun had showed. Sitting near the mook from the bar. Dick! He had hoped she'd be interested, tho. Oh well.

What was that saying he made up on the spot right then? "Getting a woman's interest to stay where you wanted was like getting a cat to come at your beck and call." Ha! He was rather proud of that. Maybe get a bumpersticker of it or something.

And as if a script of cat behavior had been handed her, she plopped the vodka down, snatched his lighter away with the power and drifted off into the crowd.

You little bitch, he thought with a half smile on his face.

So now....what did he do? Well get his fucking lighter back. No brainer there. Not that he couldn't get a new one. They all worked the same, really. Still. It was the principle of the thing.

More importantly, though, there was the fact she clearly wanted him to play. To follow. And he liked that. If she was bored or whatever, she'd be gone by now. Instead, she steals his lighter and then goes and sits with some mook, making sure to adjust her chair so she's looking right at him. She might as well have sent him a Valentine's day card. "Check Yes or No."

A smile spread across his face and into his eyes. She played the game alright. And he was the game. She was interested. Hehehe.... alright alright alright. He just looked at her for a moment with that smile, raising his eyebrow as if to say Seriously? Alright, I guess. Not that he minded in the slightest. A game with Oriena would be far more entertaining anyway.

Kolomov forgotten, he grabbed the bottle, looked at Gus and indicated he was heading over. Got another roll of the eyes. "You know what you are doing Mik?"

Mik laughed and took a long drink. "Nope! But whoever had fun playing it safe?"
Gus laughed and nodded.

Mik headed over, eyeing dollface with a smirk. You called me here. But when he sat, it was closer to the mook. "Hi. Names Mik. Dollface here, in case you don't know, is Oriena."
He looked at her, his own smile twisting to something a little more....wicked. "So my friend here would kinda like us to fight. You know. Hot girl. Two mooks. Fights over who gets her."


He waved his glass around as he spoke, the ice clincking. At one point he refilled- more for effect, though he did want a full glass. "Now I'm not against fighting. I rather enjoy it, actually. Always nice to see people underestimate you. Or to confuse muscle mass with endurance. Sure you know how it is. And God knows she is gorgeous. Sure no shortage of guys hoping to kiss those lips. But....well, I'm not in the mood to be her pawn. So I think rather than be enemies, we be friends."


He waved over the passing waitress. "For my friend here. Next round is on me."
Oriena, he acted like, was almost an afterthought. "Oh. Dollface here needs a drink too. Whatever she wants."


Oh.... his hand snaked out, grabbed the lighter in her palm. He apologized to the guy. "Sorry. Not hers to give away."


He hid the relief he felt holding it again. It would really suck to not be able to channel tonight. Call it a hunch.

And he smiled at her, ignoring the guy in the seat next to him.


Edited by Mikhail, Feb 10 2018, 09:31 PM.