[Sodium_noir] Saturday Evening - En route to the Sinclair Party

[FlameFlash]

> >> The Temple of the five Dragons
> >> Chinatown
> >> Christine, Aurora
> >> Orphan, Dreamspeaker
> >
> > "Absolutely!"  Her face lit up, "It'll take me just a moment to
> > freshen up, is that all right?  I'd be great to get to know Gotham
> > Evening better."
>
> Christine smiles distractedly and longs for a cigarette.
>
> "Sure," she says. "Listen, I'll meet you outside the Temple in maybe
> 15 minutes?" Christine peels her attention away from the dress and
> hopes she has done the right thing. Christine recalls, suddenly,
> that Aurora is also Bastet, the Scarab's partner in heroic rescues
> and this makes her feel less guilty. The silver clad superhero can
> surely hold her own against a couple of vampire escorts and whatever
> else awaits them at the Sinclair soiree. Actually, should be worrying
> about myself, thinks Christine slipping out of Aurora's room and
> along the corridor to her own. Because when Mara sees I'm bringing a
> friend, she may well rip my head clean off and reverse over what's left.
>
> It occurs to Christine on the way to her room that she doesn't have
> anything to wear to the party and she is stunned by her own idiocy.
> The little black dress she is used to having around for the few
> swanky soirees she has been dragged to, she left in the wardrobe of
> the Holiday Inn yesterday. She'd needed to travel light and she had
> left a bunch of things she could see no immediate use for. Some Seer!
> Peachy keen, Christine.
>
> "Oh . . ." Christine runs both hands through her unruly hair. No way
> she can send Aurora off on her own in that spooky goddamn dress to
> face the music on her own with Mara, pissed and dangerous. But short
> of turning up in jeans and sneakers, she has no idea what else to
> do.  " . . . . fuck."

After a couple minutes of Christine fretting there was a light wrap on her door.

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