08-26-2016, 07:02 PM
Jaxen didn't add to giving Manix a hard time. Kallisti looked like a brothel. And to a sailor, probably was assumed to be exactly that. Jaxen hadn't warned him about it either. Oriena got her feathers all huffed about the confusion, quickly snapping a correction to the judgement. Jaxen remained a silent witness. Must be a soft spot for her. For all they knew, Oriena had been the Ascendancy's call-girl; the guy had to get laid somehow. And bullshit on anyone that said he was above a good fuck; god or not.
He lifted his glass to toast the following mantra though. "The only good snake is a dead snake,"
he chimed and drank greedily. The intricacies of the plotting mind worked better with a bottle of good Russian vodka warm in the blood. She had a point too. Jaxen's lifestyle blew through cash quick. Luckily, his mother had her own fortune, and what mother could deny the big brown eyes of her littlest boy?
But even Irina Marveet's self-collected empire fell short of Scion's billionaire status. Jaxen liked to keep some things off the books. Not to mention Voxel had a reputation to maintain.
And damnit. He did like pretty things.
"What can I say? I can't resist something shiny. Besides. Baubles look better on me than you anyway."
He laughed and seized the Ancient power. It can a thousand times easier than it did the last time he was in the club. Ropes of light gently lifted the vodka bottle left by the server, and with it, Jaxen didn't even mind pouring his own damn drink.
"To the new gods."
A wicked smile drew across his lips, "Let's go fuck them all, Oriena."
His laugh was genuinely tickled with amusement.
He lifted his glass to toast the following mantra though. "The only good snake is a dead snake,"
he chimed and drank greedily. The intricacies of the plotting mind worked better with a bottle of good Russian vodka warm in the blood. She had a point too. Jaxen's lifestyle blew through cash quick. Luckily, his mother had her own fortune, and what mother could deny the big brown eyes of her littlest boy?
But even Irina Marveet's self-collected empire fell short of Scion's billionaire status. Jaxen liked to keep some things off the books. Not to mention Voxel had a reputation to maintain.
And damnit. He did like pretty things.
"What can I say? I can't resist something shiny. Besides. Baubles look better on me than you anyway."
He laughed and seized the Ancient power. It can a thousand times easier than it did the last time he was in the club. Ropes of light gently lifted the vodka bottle left by the server, and with it, Jaxen didn't even mind pouring his own damn drink.
"To the new gods."
A wicked smile drew across his lips, "Let's go fuck them all, Oriena."
His laugh was genuinely tickled with amusement.