[Sodium_noir] Hell is Other People

[Colette Coeur]

  John Black, Abby, Kurt Morgan
Very Old Man, Very Rattled Bastet, Sidhe 
Lady Sinclair's Mansion
> 
> "Do they trouble me?" His attention returned to
> Morgan. "No. Ultimately I have the benefits of
> time
> and patience. Of course, this is assuming that
> nothing is being done to attract my attention. Why
> do
> you ask?"
> 
> "Hmm? Oh, professional jealousy partly!" Kurt
> replies. "If a company such as mine could land a
> contract with Malcolm, or Dusk, one would be in
> clover for life. Still, there are more than a few of
> the smaller fish paying me handsomely to check out
> this stock option float the rumors insist is
> coming. Some new direction for the company
> apparently. I may even sink a few dollars into it
> myself if its true!"

John smiled politely. He filed the information away
for future review, but wealth for the sake of wealth
was something he cared little about. Money got him
what he needed, and he often needed very little. 

> 
> he turns from the direction of Melcom, back to John
> and Abby.
  Abby sips more slowly at the second bourbon. She’s feeling more in charge of herself now, although she’s still seeing the World through two sets of eyes.
  Sure that’s gotta be the one of who walks my nicer Dreams, the one’s so hard to remember. Not like the Nightmares..
  >"But that’s enough droll business I think. Would it
> be too forward to ask more about your business
> John? How do you fill the days in this wonderfully
> shark infested city?"

"I run an occult bookstore. Small, but prestigious in
certain circles. Let's me meet colorful people, make
new friends, and enjoy a side of Gotham that most
people are completely unaware of.

"When I'm not doing that, I travel the city, meet all
sorts of people. Sometimes I get in trouble;
sometimes I find my way out of it. Pretty mundane, I
suppose."


  Mundane is it Love? Somehow I so doubt that. She’s watching him as he chats with the Sidhe. John was one of the more formidable people she’d met on her journey of that she was sure. He was also one of the few she’d trusted right off as well. Kinda dishy too, in a Warrior/Scholar/Bard sorta way too. Lisbeta, her Kuasha, would’ve approved of Him at any rate. She turns her eyes sidelong to Morgan, almost feeling the thumping on the skull her teacher would’ve given her for trotting straight up to the first Unseelie she’d met. No doubt at all what she’d have said about Him, whatever her Past Self thought.
  She’s takes another long sip.
  Tags.
  OOC; Back, hot, tired and a bit dusty from a long trip.
  


   

   


"Life is Short, let Love be Long."
 		
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