05-29-2014, 12:36 AM
Takeo watched the younger man as he approached, one arm around Moon, the other hand resting in his lap, where it, and the knife he'd slipped off the table, were obscured by the luxurious linen tablecloth and array of glasses, bottles, and the odd candle or napkin. Onyx was perusing a pop-up holomenu and fingering the string of black pearls she wore like children's play jewels, while another of Takeo's inner circle, a solid man of obviously German-Russian decent, leaned against the nearest pillar, smoking. Most who knew Takeo would recognize him - if not his name, Sergei, then at least his face. It never seemed to move, much like that of the model next to Takeo.
Moon looked up when Jaxen stepped forward. She seemed expectant, listless, but seeing the young socialite, she unapologetically leaned her head against Takeo's shoulder and casually closed her eyes.
Takeo smiled coolly up at Jaxen, bemused by Moon, but moreso Jaxen. It was not the first time he'd been asked this question, though perhaps it was the first by one of Jaxen's tax bracket. "The best way to survive an ambush is not to encounter one,"
Takeo said with authority. His eyes shifted to Onyx, who had apparently ordered drinks for the table, and was now staring down the man in front of their table. She turned at Takeo's comment, and smiled when she saw Moon, for all intents and purposes asleep. Takeo looked back up to Jaxen. He leaned in slightly, "You didn't hear it from me,"
and lowered his voice, "but, I heard the show was scripted."
He leaned back again and laughed. Truth be told, he had no idea how he'd survived his own childhood, but he ascribed it to discipline, devotion and a good dose of luck. "Now, would you care to join us, ... ?"
he let Jaxen fill in the introduction, but extended a hand over the table to shake. He was fairly certain he knew it already - it was Axel or Jackel? But he certainly knew Jaxen's family, by proxy. Marveet was not a name one easily forgot, here or anywhere. And Scion Marveet had as good a chance as any at breaking into his very own Sphere. Better, since Takeo had not heard of any ill intents against him by Brandon.
Moon roused, slightly, at the change in Takeo's position, and, after a long look at Jaxen, slowly sat up. "Bonjour,"
she said, somehow without irony, and borrowed Onyx's glass for a drink. A long, slow drink that drained almost half the glass. Takeo hoped it wasn't too strong. Moon was half-aware sober. In fact, he didn't know if he'd ever seen her drink.
Onyx selected another spirit from her digital menu and looked up at Jaxen, waiting patiently, as though she were not a multi-platinum-selling artist and he not just some wealthy Russian wasp's offspring. She actually seemed quite mellow at the moment.
Takeo wondered if Jaxen had this odd effect on all women, or merely his dates for the evening.
Moon looked up when Jaxen stepped forward. She seemed expectant, listless, but seeing the young socialite, she unapologetically leaned her head against Takeo's shoulder and casually closed her eyes.
Takeo smiled coolly up at Jaxen, bemused by Moon, but moreso Jaxen. It was not the first time he'd been asked this question, though perhaps it was the first by one of Jaxen's tax bracket. "The best way to survive an ambush is not to encounter one,"
Takeo said with authority. His eyes shifted to Onyx, who had apparently ordered drinks for the table, and was now staring down the man in front of their table. She turned at Takeo's comment, and smiled when she saw Moon, for all intents and purposes asleep. Takeo looked back up to Jaxen. He leaned in slightly, "You didn't hear it from me,"
and lowered his voice, "but, I heard the show was scripted."
He leaned back again and laughed. Truth be told, he had no idea how he'd survived his own childhood, but he ascribed it to discipline, devotion and a good dose of luck. "Now, would you care to join us, ... ?"
he let Jaxen fill in the introduction, but extended a hand over the table to shake. He was fairly certain he knew it already - it was Axel or Jackel? But he certainly knew Jaxen's family, by proxy. Marveet was not a name one easily forgot, here or anywhere. And Scion Marveet had as good a chance as any at breaking into his very own Sphere. Better, since Takeo had not heard of any ill intents against him by Brandon.
Moon roused, slightly, at the change in Takeo's position, and, after a long look at Jaxen, slowly sat up. "Bonjour,"
she said, somehow without irony, and borrowed Onyx's glass for a drink. A long, slow drink that drained almost half the glass. Takeo hoped it wasn't too strong. Moon was half-aware sober. In fact, he didn't know if he'd ever seen her drink.
Onyx selected another spirit from her digital menu and looked up at Jaxen, waiting patiently, as though she were not a multi-platinum-selling artist and he not just some wealthy Russian wasp's offspring. She actually seemed quite mellow at the moment.
Takeo wondered if Jaxen had this odd effect on all women, or merely his dates for the evening.