Blood Sport

[Giovanni Cavelli]

The an spoke. Giovanni listened but really didn't care what he said. That man wasn't normal? No shit, he was a walking corpse. He was another game player huh? Like Oriena or Nox? Oriena was fine, Nox was just obnoxious.

Giovanni huffed out a chuckle. "Are any of us really normal?"
Giovanni met the other man's gaze, trying to puzzle him out. He said he wanted to enjoy the game, but what part did he play?

Giovanni pulled out a chair and offered it to Oriena. "If you would rather sit.
It wasnt a command, just a gentlemanly move from somewhere in the ddep recesses of his mind.

Giovanni surveyed the room. Security was starting to bother everyone. What right had they to be bitchy. They did jack shit while he protected their "esteemed clientele." It was only a matter of time before they came over here.

Should I know you?"
Giovanni said, turning to face the newcomer. "I've seen your face."


Before the man could answer, security arrived at his table. Good evening, gentlemen. How may I help you?"
GiovannI said in a tone that conveyed his lack of concern for what they thought.


Edited by Giovanni Cavelli, Apr 15 2015, 10:23 PM.