[Sodium_noir] Hell is Other People

[Spikey]

Allen Bradley, Marguerite Sinclair, Mr. Fresserei, & Others
Mortal, Mortal, ???, Society Redshirts
Sinclair Mansion
 
Bradley stopped, letting his words sink in, the fire that animated his impassioned speech reduced to a low smolder.  He thought back to the conversation with Michael Torres earlier that night, and turned to Lady Sinclair.  "Of course, the holiday season tends to bring out the best in people.  In fact, I believe that the children at Gotham Memorial in need will be very happy with our donation this year."
 
Several of the gathered socialites appeared to be less than thrilled with Bradley's speach, and Fresserei might even be hiding amusement. But Lady Marguerite was looking at him with a mixture of admiration, and he was sure that was a touch of desire. Her hand had come to rest on his arm in the emantime. He rememebred some of the rumours about her, and the fact that she was on her third husband.

"In truth Allen," Fresserei cut the akward silence. "I'm not that good a man. For me its always about the bottom dollar. About my creature comforts, and thats not something I am overly troubled by. But I must admit that at this time of year I would prefer to think of everyone tucking into large and well garnished Turkeys rather than meagre rations. At the very least I hope there is enough to go round. Gotham does suffer from an extremely large population of destitutes and unfortunates."

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