[Sodium_noir] L'Enfer C'est les Autres

[Jennie Teakle]

repost - sorry if this comes through twice - also gave me a chance to  
correct  a typo ;-)



Simone, Jack, Christine
Malkavian, Enigma, Ophan

Simone stepped closer, into the light that fell from the open doors  
to the veranda. The Mark Bouwer gown she wore was a pale gray silk  
dress embellished with silver beads.  The simple design had a halter  
top and sheer panel slits to mid-thigh on each side.  She wore no  
other jewelry other than a modest silver chain about her slim neck.

Simone's heavily accented voice had a hint of huskiness about it,  
giving it a somewhat calming effect.  "Pardonnez-moi !  I did not  
mean to startle you.  I only came out for some air... these types of  
parties can be so... stuffy."  She looked over the couple again,  
trying to appear concerned for their disheveled appearance.  "Has  
something happened?  Do you need help?"


[Christine]
Christine resists an urge to smooth out her jacket under the elegant  
blonde's scrutiny. She glances up at Jack, wondering what to say. How  
much had the stranger seen - or heard? Could they get away with  
'Don't mind us, we're just shitfaced'? Christine considers this.  
Maybe. It's true, after all.

"No, we're fine. Little . . . merry." Christine shrugs unsteadily,  
tries out a smile. "Needed some air too. Sober up, y'know?"  
Christine's smile becomes conspiritorial.  "Didn't want to disgrace  
myself at this high class party."

Christine searches for some diversionary topic. Away from the subject  
of herself and Jack and exactly what they've been up to out here on  
the verandah. "Hey," she says, "you're French aren't you? Long way  
from home. Business or are you a Gothamite now, too?" Realising that  
she may well now appear vulgarly inquisitive to the Society Belle and  
possibly also rude, she adds hastily, "I mean, I am a recent import  
here too. From the West Coast. Been here about a week. On business  
but I think I'll be staying."

Oh shit, Christine. Now you're just babbling. Man! I so need to be  
sober and able to focus without squinting to do this stuff.

Once upon a time, Christine had fervently studied how Mara handled  
her high society contacts, polished and effortless. Back in the days  
when Christine had wanted nothing more than to follow in her idol's  
footsteps, be a kickass lawyer, right wrongs, defend the weak and the  
disenfranchised, all that. But even back when she had high hopes for  
her career and a purpose to her life, she'd despaired of ever being  
able to emulate Mara's easy social grace when hobnobbing with rich  
types. It's too far out of Christine's element. Talking to members of  
the social elite just reminds her acutely of her origins. At best, a  
hick.

"It kinda gets to you. Gets under your skin. Gotham, I mean," she  
finishes lamely.


Tag Simone & Jack



OOC: heh! making up for lost time ;-)