[Sodium_noir] Saturday Evening - Market Street

[Jennie Teakle]

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

> Mara smiles broadly, a friendly one, without fangs.  "You could say  
> I'm consorting with the enemy again."  Mara replies.  "But if you  
> really want to know, why don't you come with me?  I'm sure he  
> wouldn't mind attending the party in the company of two lovely  
> ladies."
>
> Mara lifts up a finger.  "The only thing I ask is that you play  
> nice while you're in his company, and remember the rules I told you  
> about, because he's a staunch believer in them."  She hopes that  
> Christine does remember the rules, because to allow Christine to be  
> in the presence of another vampire as a former Ghoul was to play a  
> most deadly game with both of their lives.

> Mara then just as quickly amends her conditions.  "Oh, and one more  
> thing, I’m driving


Christine is thrown off balance by the flattering, if casual,  
invitation to spend time with Mara and so, perversely, focuses on the  
point of contention. Rules?

"You're going with another *vampire*? Who? Wait! is it that guy - the  
super rich businessman with the tower? Crosby? The one you stayed  
over with that time? Rules? Play nice?" Christine eyes Mara  
speculatively for a few seconds then hazards, " 'Yo fang dude, I'm  
your date's suck-buddy, how's your tower for bats' . . . would *not*  
be a good way to introduce myself to Mr Crosby, then?" Her eyebrows  
arch in impudent enquiry.

"No need to worry about my manners, my love. You're going to have to  
decorate Mr Crosby's arm by yourself." Christine indicates herself  
briefly, less than resplendent in yesterday's jeans and Placebo  
tshirt. "I don't have anything to wear to a high class party . . ."

Even as she says it, she feels the ringing in her ears, like the air  
pressure - as well as the temperature - just dropped in her immediate  
vicinity. Christine shivers and glances round the small office,  
checking the shadows. Goosebumps prickle her forearms and the back of  
her neck. " . . . with me," she amends. "I'd have to get a lift to  
the Temple in China Town. To get changed." Christine smile is now a  
little pallid and sickly.


Someone take these dreams away
That point me to another tag
















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