09-03-2014, 02:41 PM
It was like pulling a puppy along on a piece of string. He was docile to her intrusion, didn't make any obvious attempt to stop her. By the time her hand pulled back the lust was hot in the length of his gaze. She did nothing to discourage it, though as yet did nothing further to inflame the depths of his imagination. Not that he probably needed help. The earnestness was slightly irritating - he'd love to buy her a drink? Fucking moron - but the snug way he fit so perfectly in the palm of her hand? For that, she smiled.
He chose the bar - Ori had no objections. She sat opposite, slung the jacket over the back of her chair. Beneath her clothes were unremarkable; a dark vest, plain and simple, over worn black jeans. The kind of business she'd seen to today, she'd not wanted to stand out, and if it in turn made her an ill fit for this new setting, she seemed utterly unconcerned. She waved the waitress away with an order of the same, disinterested. Instead she studied the face of the murderer, completely unabashed by the intensity of her scrutiny.
"I'm sure I'll think of something."
The smile she offered was vicious. Did he think it would be a bargain so easily struck? That she would ask, he would acquiesce, and the whole thing would be done with? Ori dealt in secrets, wielded them like blades to be held at necks or to the small of backs. She twisted them, bled them dry, exploited every single one to its very core. Hers was a vengeful spirit. And a patient one. There was no simple price, no single transaction. She pressed th glass to her lips, let the rum wet her lips. Grinned at him over the rim. "So are you going to share your name?"
He chose the bar - Ori had no objections. She sat opposite, slung the jacket over the back of her chair. Beneath her clothes were unremarkable; a dark vest, plain and simple, over worn black jeans. The kind of business she'd seen to today, she'd not wanted to stand out, and if it in turn made her an ill fit for this new setting, she seemed utterly unconcerned. She waved the waitress away with an order of the same, disinterested. Instead she studied the face of the murderer, completely unabashed by the intensity of her scrutiny.
"I'm sure I'll think of something."
The smile she offered was vicious. Did he think it would be a bargain so easily struck? That she would ask, he would acquiesce, and the whole thing would be done with? Ori dealt in secrets, wielded them like blades to be held at necks or to the small of backs. She twisted them, bled them dry, exploited every single one to its very core. Hers was a vengeful spirit. And a patient one. There was no simple price, no single transaction. She pressed th glass to her lips, let the rum wet her lips. Grinned at him over the rim. "So are you going to share your name?"
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