[Sodium_noir] Hell is other people

[Colette Coeur]

  > John, Abby and the Simpson's.
> Sinclair Party
> Lots of Colourful People
> Much Irony
> 
> John resumed walking. "I'm good at keeping secrets. 
> You can't go into my line of work and not be, so you
> have nothing to worry. I should probably warn you
> that Matt will likely know too, but I doubt he'll
> say
> anything to you or the girls."
> 
> The Bastet smiles up at him, eyes half closed. 
> "I kinda guessed that about you, and Matt as well.
> I'd not be here if I thought any different."
> 
> "I would be surprise if you or I are the only
> strange
> ones here. This type of event tends to draw all
> sorts
> out of the shadows."
> 
> "Yeah, so many secrets, so much fun to be had.
> Lets not get all serious now. You are VERY cute with
> that devilish light in your eye, John Black!" Abby's
> smile is languid and impish, all at once. 
> John could almost swear he feels a ghostly, furry
> tail gently twining about him.

He escorted her around the room, occasionally pointing
out individuals he suspected of being a little more or
less than human (OOC: assuming Spikey fills in the
details).

Eventually they came to a stop. "I'm curious, why the
strip club? I suspect you have a specific reason for
choosing that location. Your attractive, smart, and
I'm sure quite capable of taking advantage of
opportunities as they present themselves."

  She takes a deep breath, thinking about the path thats led her here.
  This man, this Sorceror, he seems trusty enough, no whisper of danger in her soul.
  She even likes his veneer of playfulness over what she suspects is more sober person inside. Does she risk this hint of friendship more by telking the truth or by a lie?
  "I could just tell you that it gives me a chance to party and see these..." her gesture takes in all the rich and powerful about them, "with their pants down so to speak. And that would be true, as far as it goes..." She bites her lip, the first sign of doubt or discomfort he has seen in the Shapeshifter.
  The Streets were a harsh place when you're a young and pretty runaway. Even more so when you've a price on your head. Abby wished she knew if it was just the Cops hunting her. And were they just looking for a runaway girl or were they hunting somethin' more exotic? Dangerous too, she still has nightmares about the blood and screams of her tormentors. Even with all the Bourbon and the Teaching of her Kuasha.
  "Sometimes you're choices are limited by whats gone before, John. You just play hand your dealt as best you can."
  The Were-Cats gaze is on his face, but John can tell she is not really seeing him.
   
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