Taking his cue from Ariadne, Miach kept his instincts in check, and made a step toward the exit, hoping to lead by example. "Yes, the night has been long..." he said tiredly, which was true as far as it went.
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Taking his cue from Ariadne, Miach kept his instincts in check, and made a step toward the exit, hoping to lead by example. "Yes, the night has been long..." he said tiredly, which was true as far as it went.
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Striking Looks
GoodwillAt Velma's approach the other Fairest, turned slowly, towards the bar. He'd seen her earlier. Of course he had. How could anyone miss her? And as much as he'd like her to see him, maybe she had already -- with Leo.
Paranoia's only a problem if you're not careful.
There's a time for flamboyance, and a time for stillness.
An opinion Coco obviously did not share.
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Chris just waits for the whole situation to be solved. When the rather grumpy-looking woman confronts him*, the Mekhet simply mimics her actions by folding his arms. That is how he plans to ignore everyone...
Then Velma shines beautifully, showing the woman where the door is. Now Chris waits with a smirk. What reasons does he have to be polite?
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DexterityCoco's laugh was just as bright and as cutting as her smile had been. "My, my, it really is true what they say about blondes, isn't it? Still, I shall graciously accept your invitation. Thank you for your...hospitality," she said, the word dripping with as much sarcasm as could be fit into such a morsel of syllables.
With that, the Fairest Wasp of them all made her way to the exit, 'limping' along with the shameful accommodations provided by Club Ember. Oh, how joyful it would be to be reunited with her artwork of hardwood and metal.
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Club Ember’s Mistress of Ceremonies, Velma, smiled candidly to Ariadne and Miach, understandably.
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“That’s very unfortunate, I wish you the best of luck.” She replied to Ariadne, completely oblivious of her true intent. There was a nod and she opened the palm of her hand to accompany them towards the exit. This was Velma’s hospitality… she spared the Fairest Wasp a silent smile and a nod, untouched by her attempts to goad her into making a scene.
When everyone started to move Velma spared a look to Chris. ”Just a moment Chris.” There is trash to be disposed…
Aaren slowly slides a hand to her hip while passing a look to Cosima. Then the Fairest's gaze slides over to Ariadne, suddenly rather inscrutable. With the others and Coco making their exits or itching to make their exits, Aaren sighs and reaches into her purse pulling out a business card.
Neil is wholly forgotten in his stillness and the hubub of people who will never be comfortable at a strip-bar.
“I am interested,” the card lists 2046, an Art Gallery but more usefully, it lists Aaren's name, phone number, and email. “If you still are, that is my contact information. Please excuse my rather dramatic friends.”
Collecting her things, Aaren sweeps towards the exit; holding her sharper words for the rest of the group.
Apparently they were all going somewhere.
Out!
Sweet, blissful, nowhere-near-this-shithole!
After all her verbose horse-shit, all 'We can't go, we're here for 'business'', Coco had gotten them thrown out!
Were Mal less of a bitch, that would almost be grounds for all to be forgiven!
She'd just have to settle for a smug, shit-eating grin as they passed the threshold.
Behind their erstwhile partners. Mal had no intention of letting them just slip away.
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If Miach hadn't known it to be a lie, he would have taken Ariadne 's explanation for the Truth Revealed. The girl sure could talk. Had she used Willworking to help ? He hadn't felt a thing, so it seemed like she hadn't... Wow.
It seemed they would make it out of the Club without further attention-gathering, which was good as far as the Acanthus was concerned. If there were people out there already stalking them, and if they had already abducted Leo in that club... what was happening could be dangerous. Futile, and dangerous. He was no sweet talker like the Mastigos, but Miach tried to make do with small talk, the better to hurry them out, and smooth any potential ripples.
"Thank you, thank you very much." he said meekly to the temptation made flesh in front of him, as he tried to go out as quickly as he could do without looking like he was fleeing.
But his thought were polarized on the abducted Arrow, and what would have to come next...
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