[Sodium_noir] Saturday Evening - Market Street

[Jennie Teakle]

1017 Market Street
Neon City

Mara, Christine
Brujah, Ex Ghoul


> "I'm sorry, Christine."  Mara offers.  "I think I called you here."  
> Her tone is tentative, rather unlike her.  "Remember those nights  
> when I'd suddenly get up and leave with little to no word?  It's  
> because I was called away by one of my kind.  I guess I now have  
> the ability to do it."
> She offers a shrug, there was nothing else that she could say or do  
> at this point.


"Peachy."

Christine hangs onto her temper grimly because she really can't  
afford to lose it. It is hard enough to be here in such close  
proximity to Mara without letting her emotions get the better of her.  
She's not ready to face her former Domitor - it's too soon. Christine  
remembers only too clearly what intimacy with Mara can be like.

"You forget my number already?" It is supposed to be flippant, throw  
away. But it doesn't quite come off.  Christine abandons any attempt  
not to take this any way but deadly serious. "I am not your creature  
any more, Mara. You want to speak to me? Then use a goddamn phone."

Christine sighs and leans against a desk, arms folded across her  
chest, her posture tight and defensive. She looks at Mara still  
casually blocking her exit and notices that Miz Ravenclaw  is in  
sophisticate mode - silken black, jewelled, scented and gorgeous.  
Christine grits her teeth and her smile is sour. "Smooching with the  
high society types, tonight? Super. What was it you actually wanted  
me for?"



Tag Ms Mara

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