[Sodium_noir] Hell is Other People

[Spikey]

Jeremiah Buford, Allen Bradley
Nosferatu, Mortal^2
Sinclair Mansion
 
Buford drew a breath of smoke, relaxing as his mind remembered the peace of a good pipe that his body forgot.  He stood at the window, back to the door but it's reflection in the glass before him, and waited to see if he would have any visitors.
 
Allen spotted the matriarch of the Sinclair dynasty almost immediatly, surrounded by the well to do and thier other halves. He also spotted Ettienne St Clair in another room with his date. The Brunette woman caused Bradley to take a second glance she was so stunning. making note of his position, he left Ettienne until after his more pressing task. 

Ettienne spotted Bradley passing the door and knew that could only mean one thing. 

"Sugar my dear, would you mind terribly entertaining yourslef for a few minutes while I sek out an old friend? He's not one for company and we have some bussiness to discuss of a deliacte nature. I won't be long!" He hoped shewouldn't pout, but he knew her taste for mischeif and adveture so reluactantly spoke the words with a little force. He was almost tempted to back up the commnd with a little gigft of the blood but thought better of it. He'd deliberatly avoided using any of his Disciplines on the mortal so far and this was no good reason to change that.

Waiting for the polite oportunity, Bradley was able to approach and the lady of the house recognised him as he hove into view.

"Why Mr Bradley, so glad you could you could make it! Don't you look dapper this evening!" she elant forward for a peck on the cheek as was he way. "Remind me Allen .. " she whispered loudly as she came close to his ear ".. did you ever marry or could I interets you in a few of the unnatached ladies here tonight?" She winked as she withdrew, leaving him wondering just how serious she really was. The Nororious flirt had spent her life convinced thta while marriages rarely lasted for ever, it was better to be in one that not and so spent her entire life tyrying to hook people up with each other and ignoring any requests not to do so from the unfortunate singletons.

"Is that for me?" She askled coyley, breaking his reverie.

....

""Buford, are you there man?" Ettienne's voice came from another direction, and seemed to indicate the Toreador had found a less clutter free route to the Solarium. "D..D ..Dammit, what does she do with all these things? Ah there you are old thing! Couldn't mistake that smell for any of these awful green things heh?"

The well dressed man strode into the room with a wrinkled smile, shaking something from his leg as he did so.

(Ring around the rosie, tagging full of posies)


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