[Sodium_noir] Saturday Evening - Market Street

[Jennie Teakle]

> 1017 Market Street
> Neon City
>
> Mara, Christine
> Brujah, Ex Ghoul


> "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."


In fact, Christine understands a whole lot about newly gained  
abilities you can't always control and she understands desire. Only  
too well. She also understands that Mara is exerting considerable  
control over her own fierce temper. God knows, they have quarrelled  
often enough over the last 2 years to have each other's measure.  
'House on fire'  - it's a perfect description for how Mara and  
Christine get along. Hot, dangerous and doomed to disaster. Christine  
laughs reluctantly and her knotted, angular stance relaxes.

"Yeah. And I'm sure you'll do it with style. You look great, by the  
way."  Christine's gaze flickers quickly away from Mara.  Change the  
subject, Christine.

Christine does remember meeting Lady Sinclair a few nights ago when  
the invitation had been issued. Originally, it had included Christine  
but that was before; when she had been an essential part of Mara's  
professional retinue. *All* of her retinue, actually.   Christine  
suddenly wonders who Mara is taking as her escort to the party. While  
quite capable of arriving at a party alone, Mara usually observes  
formal social conventions  - all the while it suits her to, anyway.

"Who are you going with?"

As soon as the question is out, Christine recognises that it isn't  
any of her damn business. She flashes a wicked grin at her former  
employer/lover/domitor. "Or are you going to take the Fifth on that?"


It's in her kiss
As black as sea
And it runs deeper than you
Ever dared TAG it could be











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