(Under Control) A Wolf, a Flower, and a Wasp

[Coco]

Aaren didn't have to look far. The wasp was sitting near the bar, trying to chat with a few 20-somethings and sipping on a large, purple drink with a lime wheel balanced on the rim. By the time Aaren was able to weave her way over to the table, the 20-somethings were already drifting ambivalently towards the dance floor. Maybe it was something she'd said, or maybe it had something to do with the way Coco was dressed: it looked like she'd just come from the gym, an outfit which clearly didn't match the elegant gentlemen's cane that the Wasp was impatiently tapping against the floor while she watched the group move away. Her faceted eyes continued casting about until they alighted on the art dealer coming towards her and she excitedly waved Aaren over.

"Ms. Eloi! So glad you made it! Here, let this enchant your palette!" Coco said, handing her beverage to the other woman. "It's to die for."

[Coco]

"Presents? Really?! Oh, I'm so excited to see!" Coco squealed, clapping her hands in delight. Oh, the fun they would have together. An army of blind spies would be left in their wake!

Well, perhaps not, but is was an amusing thought!

"Well, just because you were so considerate, bringing presents like you did, I'll buy you a drink if you'd like. That one is called a purple rain! Surprisingly good, isn't it? I also tasted something called a pink passion! Silly, I know, but it was very good! Would you like one? Trust me, something alcoholic will be necessary once I tell you my news," she explained, growing suddenly serious, her expression now a study in gravity, the polar opposite of her earlier carefree address. Cocktails, of course, were not something to joke about. And neither were spies.

[Coco]

"Very erudite of you to ask that. We are waiting for a third member, as it were" Coco replied with a considering look. "A Miss Grey? Are you familiar with her? I think she's quite delightful, in a kind of repressed way. Or maybe the adjective I'm thinking of is suppressed. Hmm. Well, either way, she can be somewhat snappish. It was quite the bother, just getting her here. You, of course, were lovely! Coming so soon, and bringing gifts! But she just refused to try and understand that I was trying to give a clandestine message."

The wasp gave an annoyed sigh and picked up the purple rain, taking an enthusiastic sip. "Goodness. I would even get another drink, if I hadn't already had one. Ah well. And it probably would be a good idea to get a more private place to talk, to finally answer your second question. There is a table upstairs that we could use if necessary, but I'd rather be able to fill you and Miss Grey in with a minimum of double talk. I'm truly sorry for having to ask another favor from you, but I suppose it can't be avoided. Why don't you tell me what drink you'd like, and I can take care of that for you in the meantime?"

[Coco]

"Mmm. Pink Passion it is, then!" Coco said to the open club once Aaren had disappeared off to find them a place to talk. The drink was wonderfully neon colored. Maybe Aaren would even let her have a taste. How lovely would that be? Brightened by the thought she popped out of her chair and went bopping over to wave down a bartender. Sure, they hated that, but the drink was for a very important person, as far as the Wasp was concerned.

Thankfully for Mal, the Claviger's excited waving and bright hair easily draws the eye now that she's not seated.

[Miach]

Back at home, Miach had wondered what to bring exactly as hobby gear, and it had nagged him all the way to the Nox. But when you get called by the leader of the Guardian, you're probably better off thinking twice about your next move. Still, she had invited him to someplace public, somewhere trendy, and the Acanthus couldn't realistically attend with a kevlar vest. Much to his chagrin.

In the end, he had chosen somewhat formal clothes, and he had brought his full medical kit, including his silver stethoscope. One never knew.

As soon as he stood in front of the Nox, old habits kicked in quickly, and the tall blonde man easily managed to get in. Once inside, the tall Medstar started looking around, hoping to notice before being noticed. As he wandered through the place, he watched people enjoying themselves, having a nice time with friends, carefree. How much he wished he could be carefree again ? But it wasn't likely to change soon, not until he had met with Ariadne , at least.