[Sodium_noir] Saturday Evening - Market Street

[Mara Ravenclaw]

1017 Market Street
Neon City

Mara, Christine
Brujah, Ex Ghoul


"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."

"First off" Mara replies, glancing over to the pile of discarded belongings, "I don't HAVE your number anymore."  She then folds her arms, matching Christine's defensive posture.  "Second, what part of UNINTENTIONAL are you not clear on?"  Mara's gaze is clearly fixed on Christine.  She is not about to back down, and not about to let her walk out yet.  But still, she finds the inner strength not to slap some sense into her former assistant or to sway her emotions using Presence.  She wonders if Christine would even notice that small gesture.         

>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?"

"I was on my way to Lady Sinclair’s party."  Mara replies smoothly, answering Christine's question regardless of whether or not she wanted an answer.  "As for what I wanted you for?  Well, I didn't want you for anything, actually.  I spent my day dreaming of you, though; the scent of your hair, the taste of your skin, and now here you are, answering a call I did not consciously make.  Perhaps you don't understand that sometimes you can't always control a newly gained ability, especially when it is influenced by strong desires.  Again, I apologize for bringing you here."  Mara steps away from the door.  "I've said my peace, you're free to go.  Besides, I have some society types to smooch."  


[And I could never reveal myself and my Tag]

"All that we see or seem, Is but a dream within a dream." - Edgar Allen Poe 


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