Choices

[Oriena]

So Giovanni finally grew a set.

She didn't resist the kiss, nor the way it lingered on her lips, though she smirked around it. His breath hovered by her ear afterwards, hissing threats. He didn't want to play her games, but didn't seem to realise he didn't have a choice. That the more he resisted, the deeper her claws would sink. "That's twice in one day you've let me. Sweetheart."
She had more to say, but no opportunity to say it. Giovanni slammed backwards, amidst an arc of raining tables and chairs.

Oriena had no idea what had changed, but it elicited a grin as she scooped her bottle safely off the table and slid off her seat. Those patrons who'd braved the black-out seemed to rethink their loyalty when the furniture started flying. Light flushed through Ori's skin, but only in self-protection; she didn't interfere. Pity she couldn't see what was going on, though. A few steps backwards pushed her flush with the wall, where she watched, tipping the bottle to her lips. And she would continue to watch, amused; at least until the point it went too far. She didn't want them dead.