Two tickets from Paradise

[Snarlequin]

This thread splits off from The Gates of Heaven while it is ongoing.

Auto was dealing with warring emotions. Relief, because holy shit he's glad he figured out Lockheart before he signed up with his Cabal. Frustration, because no one likes it when something looks like a good thing only to have it blow up in your face. Discouraged, because if this was the kind of person that was a Councilor and a Sentinel and in charge of the Arrows here it set a very grim tone for his career in the city.

Unless he found Lockheart to be some sort of outlier, he was obviously not going the be able to trust the Arrows or the Consilium for any kind of security. He wondered, as he exited the restaurant against the crowd of people, if there was anyone else who had these kinds of concerns about the way things were in Sacramento. He never smoked before, a cough wasn't something a smart person in his line of work courted, but damn if this wasn't the time to start.

He wasn't going to do it though, he knew it. It was just comforting to know he could start any time he really wanted to. Amped up, he started heading down the street, towards his vehicle. He'd decide what to do with the rest of his evening once he got there.

[Sirith]

Faith felt a bit stupefied yet. Who wouldn't be? You're not often told by the Sentinel of things like "shooting people for being rude is OK". Hell, even "shooting people" wasn't fine. It's dirty, it's loud, it's attention-gathering, it creates problems with the body, and the most importantly, it makes Pentacle's numbers smaller.

It's not like Pentacle could spare a lot of mages. Not to be shot down for being rude.

And some shadow more important than the present and the future? Bullshit.

The redhead shook her head and looked forward. Autolycus was walking not far ahead. She ran up to him. "Lycus!" The Theurgist called out. "I could use a drink to bleach this shit out of my system. How about some drinking together?"

If one was to drink, it might be as well with some company. Company of someone who actually has some common sense.

[Snarlequin]

Auto turns when his name is called, walking backwards but slowing down so Faith can catch up. "Sure, let's go pistachios. You know a place nearby?" She looked like the only one leaving, he wondered what kept the others sitting at the table with Lockheart. Pride? Optimism? Who knows, they were all big boys and it wasn't Auto's job to convince them of anything.

He pulled the keys to his car out of his pocket, twirling them around his finger. They could blow this neighborhood instead, he could play chauffeur and they could talk on the way to someplace with food and drinks. He just couldn't figure out a way to say that without seeming creepy though.

[Sirith]

The redhead thinks for a minute. "I rarely go drinking but I heard of one place. It's real close down the R Street. There might be a lot of people but it's not a dance club full of frat boys. Practically an English pub. I don't know about the pri..."

If one ever wondered what does it look like when someone who just came to terrible realization, they should just see Faith's face. Every detail of her mimic is lively and vivid, from mouth that stop smiling to brown eyes suddenly changing the direction of sight to brows that frown almost comically.

"...ces. Though for me it might be only one beer. I need to sit with someone with some brain and common sense, anyway. How does it sound for you?"

Hint of uncertainty in the body language.

Why the hell this move had to be so costly? Damn.

[Snarlequin]

"That sounds fine. Let's go." It only takes a moment to get the direction straight in his head and then he falls into step with Faith as they make their way to her Pub.

The topic loomed large in his mind, the obvious thing to talk about while they walked in the summer night air was Lockheart and what exactly was it that drove the two of them out of the meeting. That just seems, to him, way to petty. It was obvious, there wasn't any need to beat a dead horse about it to prove how much more enlightened and level headed they were being. It just stank of gossip for gossip's sake. So instead Auto chose another topic for the walk. "So what were you looking for in a Cabal?"

[Snarlequin]

It's then that Autolycus' cell phone chirps at him, with a sigh he steps away and deals with the interruption. He returns a moment later. "Faith, I'm sorry but something's come up. Let me walk you to your car and we can talk about this later?"

Auto escorts the lady to her vehicle and trades contact information with her, then jogs back to his so he can deal with the 'emergency'.

It's been five days, I'm wrapping this thread so it doesn't linger. If she's still around, I'd like to work with Faith so I'll leave a spot open in the threads that spin off from this. Looking forward to seeing her involved!