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Asa lifted a hand and tapped the brim of his fedora.
"You know, I've always wanted to wear one of these, and this was the perfect excuse," he offered the explanation.
He kept his eye on the pair of other Kindred, but made sure to focus on the woman in front of him -- doing what he was supposed to do, admiring the curve her body made as she leaned.
"That's a wonderful accent you have -- where are you from?"
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The Daeva's words light up a few faces. Family of the great songstress blessing the crowd with a degree of authenticity? Or a fake with good make up lost in tonight's mask? Either way she was a beautiful fixture in the crowd.
The woman looked up to the fedora and chuckled softly at Asa'a reason for coming to the party. "Vwe mwoved from ze city of Moscow last year." The 'R' was trilled, and she had been debating if she should continue using words with 'W'. Knowing her accent was wonderful though made her decide to roll with it. "Vwaht about ooe? Vwaht breengs ooe to zis fine city?"
Butterfly Vest once again enters the bar. He skirts the side of the room and makes his way to the long table, stopping a few feet behind Bull Rush. Once he was signaled over he approached table, leaning in between Bull Rush and another and said... something. After that something was muttered the table of Alpha's began frantically scanning the room. Someone didn't belong here, and it was time for the ducks to find their goose.
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"Oh, the same reason for every great story," Asa answered with a wink. "A woman."
The best way to be evasive was to be truthful. It also threw down a challenge, with which he could better gauge her intentions.
"Moscow's pretty exotic," he continued. "It's been quite the uproar over there with all the new pipelines and such. Are you and your companions in the oil business?"
Asa cocked his head, looking past her to the table.
"And speaking of your companions, there seems to be something going on. Will I get in trouble for speaking with you?"
Really, the last thing he needed was a handful of overprotective cousins.
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Daniel looks around once more and sees the tension isn't going anywhere. By now it's pretty much a fact that they, a group of Forsaken, have stumbled into an Anshega Tur. He approaches Firebringer:
"Do we have anything left to do here? This could get messy."
Not to mention deadly and Oath-breaking in so many ways.
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Aeneas had watched his prey slink off. Quenching a sudden thirst with the drink, he smacked his lips together and rolled his tongue around his mouth. "Damn! That wus gud... sheeet!" Grimacing sourly, he bowed his head and stalked among the crowd of revellers seeking his pack. He so wanted to stand and goad them, mock them with his presence. Fortunately, this time, the power of the Oaths was stronger than his roiling desires and merciless instinct. He was not a lone wolf any more; he had a pack to think of.
And if they were alone and exposed...
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Michael nods with a smile as Velma speaks. Who would refuse the pleasure of talking to her, after all.
"So how long have you been back? I'm sure a girl like you shouldn't have too much trouble settling in", - his smile grows softer, - "You did miss a fair amount of fun."
The doctor leaves plenty of pauses in his speech, allowing the Daeva to change the topic if she so desires. And of course those pauses aren't because Velma is stunning and this close, with everyone looking at them, it's getting hard to ignore that.
Thank Odin, I have never been much of a leerer.
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As the long table glared and began to stand, the other tables and groups began to disperse and reform. Nina's friend slipped the notepad into her purse and began walking over to the bar. Butterfly vest took his place by Bull Rush's side as the Alpha waited for the others. The drunk guy in the all white suit joined a table of similarly dressed gentlemen before scanning the room, seeming far less drunk then before. Mr Pinstripe Suit grudgingly reentered Gatsby's, standing near the door way while he looked for his pack. As he looks around he catches the scent of wolf and turns his gaze to Samantha, snarling at the Urdaga and her companions.
Nina's eyes shift to the long table with some concern before she smiled again. "Is she vwith ooe tonight?" She looked back to her companion who was most of the way to the bar. "Vwe should be feene." She seems to ignore her companion, who orders a drink far enough down the bar to give Nina some privacy. "As far as vwaht vwe do, vwell, vwe do not speek of eet." She winks to the Prince with a soft chuckle before glancing around the room.
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It was oh so tempting.
The door was wide open to ask if they were part of the Bratva, but he had never been one to show his cards first -- at least, not unless it served some purpose. Asa watched the Chinese fire drill, and made a mental note of where Nina's companion had gone. Interesting, that she wasn't fishing.
"I arrived alone this evening," he admitted. An eyebrow raised, and a rueful smile accompanied the words, as if it were a question that needed an answer.
He finished his drink, and shifted tactics, leaning in slightly and extending his arm to place his empty glass on the bar; almost, but not quite touching her as he did so.
"So what you're saying is that you're well versed in doing unmentionable things?"
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Ive been back for a couple of weeks. Velma answers casually.
Michaels hint at the revelation of sordid details of Sacramentos nightly denizens merited a smile from the songstress and an arched eyebrow.
A fair amount of fun? Really? Apparently Michael had sparked her interest, to Velma hearsay was the cement that glued society together and secrets were its bricks.
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"Some handle it better than others," Elaine yields to the bitter journalist's remark about freedom, "But who's to say the Official Opinion Committee would do a better job of things? Couldn't be worse, right up until something entirely worse does happen, yaknow?"
The topic seems to be sufficiently distracting Ms Ganz that she's entirely stopped giving a damn that her Coastal Southern is obvious in her voice. What did she know about these fancy concepts, anyway?
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