[Sodium_noir] At the Temple

[Liz Oleksyn]

Jack, Christine
Spirit Entity, Orphan Mage
Temple of the Five Dragons
Late evening

Christine glances down at herself as the healers brush
past her and  
disappear out of the door.

"Hey," she mutters, "must have turned invisible there
for a while.  
Maybe it's my new super power."

She looks at Jack. He has very compelling eyes and, as
she is a woman  
of noble principles (which very occasionally she even
lives up to)  
she manages to maintain eye contact and not ogle too
blatantly. But  
it *is* a great ass. it's been a while since she's
seen a nakey guy.  
She was probably about due for a refresher course in
the charms of  
the opposite sex, anyhow. Fighting to keep the smirk
off her face,  
she says,

"Clothes, I'm thinking, would be a good move. We can't
go to Raindogs  
to properly celebrate your recovery without them,
right?"

“Uhm... yeah.”  Jack, still blushing, pulls the
blanket around himself a bit tighter.  “Wonder if the
monks got my clothes laundered?  I don’t think I’m
gonna be wearing a robe and sandals to the bar, if
that’s okay.”

A thought occurs.

"Oh fuck! Forgot about the goddamn Sinclair shindig! 
Balls!"  
Christine's expression clouds then mercurially
brightens. She snaps  
her fingers.  "Hey," she points at Jack, smiling from
ear to ear.  
"Want to come to a party?"

“Party?  Is it fancy?”  He screws up his nose, trying
to avoid confessing that he’s never been to one.  “Not
sure my clothes will be good enough.  Do we need
invitations?  I mean, if it okay...”  

Jack grins.  “Yeah, that’d be great!”


(tag Christine)


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