[Sodium_noir] Killing Time at Harlequins

[Liz Oleksyn]

Alessandra Gaspare, Stefan, Ash
Old Clan Tzimisce, ???, Toreador
Club Harlequin

"If I might be of assistance .." Came a familiar
Scottish brogue. "You seem to be having trouble
understanding what the lady was trying to communicate.
Perhaps it might be easier to understand if I
translated for you? If you don't mind my dear
Alessandra? Good!" Ash places his slender hands on
Stefan's shoulders and the mortals face contorts in
discomfort. Ash however seems for all to see the same
breezy and irreverently cheerful fellow he always did.
"What I believe Lady Gaspar meant was something a
little like this. *GO AWAY AND HURT YOURSELF*" The
Toreador shoves the human in the direction of the
stairs and Stefan hurries away without looking back
once.
 
"Well what do you know?" Ash asks as he turns around
once more with a smile. "All those dull evenings with
the Ventrue finally did pay off after all. I must
remember to thank the old man for that little trick, I
thought it would only be useful to get my cable access
for free. Just shows how wrong a chap can be." he
pulls out a seat and sits himself down, still talking
as if nothing untoward had happened. "Forgive me if I
am a little late my dear, I met a delightful fellow at
the Primogen council this evening and just had to hear
his story, I hope you haven't been waiting too long?"

Alessandra watched the man stumble off, barely aware
of the Toreador’s words.  

“Yes, I.... ah, no, not so very long, my dearest.”

She sat down next to Ash, smiling in pleasure at his
being in his presence again, but nearly trembling with
fear.

“Thank you for...ridding me of that man.  A servant of
my sire, sent here to retrieve me.”

Alessa reached over and grasped Ash’s slender hand,
still staring after the retreating figure of Stefan.

“He will be back.” 

(tag)



		
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