[Sodium_noir] Hell is Other People

[Spikey]

Buford, St Clair, Ashlar, Gaspare
Two pairs of leeches
The Conservatory of the Sinclair Mansion
 
Buford turned to St Clair.  "Well sir, since it's getting late, why not see if Miss Kane would be willing to sing a song for us now?  I'm sure she wouldn't turn down a request to give a private performance for Mr. Ashlar, and I believe Ashlar would like to see how well Miss Kane does 'under the gun', so to speak."
 
"An excellent suggestion, yes." Etteinne replied. "Yes, bare with me and I will go and get her. Try not to miss me too much won't you all. Asgh, Lady Gaspare." he shook Bufords hand and breezed out of the conservatory.

Burord watched the Toreador Primogen leave and then became slowly aware of Ash looked through the window behind him. His expression one of puzzlement.

"I say, isn't that one of the Melcom crowd out there? Nied I think his name is."

Nied was short and squat, with something of the Danny DeVito about him in his tuxedo. They could just see him as he hovered right on the edge of the verander, peering out onto the Sinclair gardens. Fat, stubby, ting bedecked fingers wrapped around a palm tree, slowly throttling it. for a small guyhe had some grip, his flesh pulping the took bark of the impirted plant until it snapped off and pitched into the lawn.


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