[Sodium_noir] Hell is Other People

[Bill]

OOC:  All posts look good to me

> John Black, Abby, Kurt Morgan
> Very Old Man, Very Rattled Bastet, Sidhe 
> Lady Sinclair's Mansion
>    
>    
>    
>   John frowned but took the drink and managed to
> place
>   it on the tray of a passing waiter.  "Bring me
>   another."  His voice was sharp and curt, like a
> man
>   accustomed to giving orders.  He turned back to
> Abby
>   and Morgan.
>    
>   "I leave for a moment and another man has you
>   swooning."  There was no jealousy in his voice;
> maybe
>   a touch of concern.  "I hope you're not going to
>   betwitch the rest of the ladies, Mr. Morgan.  I'd
> hate
>   for the party to end early or a fight to break
> out. 
>   One of the guests might get hurt."
>    
>   It was obvious from John's tone that he knew
> Morgan
>   wouldn't be one of them.
>    
>   She closes her eyes, trying to Will away the echo
> of the Other in her Soul. She might as well try
> banishing her reflection.
>   Concentrate on the Here and Now.  I doubt he knows
> Gaelic much less that Courtly stuff  you was usin’
> earlier.
>   She opens her eyes again,  at least she had
> control of her tongue.
>    
>   “John, it’s all right, just feelin a bit
not quite
> myself.”

John nodded, accept her explanation without question. 
He wasn't sure what Morgan had done, but while he
didn't think it was dangerous or malicious, he did
consider it rude.  

But Abby struck him as someone who could take care of
herself, and there really wasn't much point in making
an issue of something so trivial.

"If you're sure.  I take it the two of you have just
met, and yet I suspect you know each other.  Yes?"

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"I swear, as God as my witness, I thought turkeys could fly."
-- Les Nessman

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