Fringe Elements

[Morgan Bellanar]

Morgan chuckled and gave a quick bow, "Int-introductions yes? Imma Morgan: courier of packages, documents, and today-as-a-special challenges. Nice to-to meet ye Chuck, She straightened up and then pointed back towards Asa Clark with a slightly confused look on her face, "Ano-and the dood's name tis Anon, that-t-t--", Her eyebrows shut up and she grimaced as her face flushed in embarrassment. She started rubbing the back of her head and let out a nervous laugh, "Eh-heh-heh, right-o. Anonymous nada-name, heh. D-d-don't mind me, m-my mouth goes a'fore me brain zzzometimes, heh." She just stood there for a minute, rubbing the back of her head and looked ashamed at her social flump.

Then she just twisted her torso and pointed back towards Asa with both hands, "Imma go-go report thine counter-challenge, heh. Hopefully-before-I-do-more-foolish-things. Bye-bye!" If anyone there had blinked they might have thought the raccoon had teleported instead of simly just moving quite fast. She really wished she hadn't introduced herself before her screw up.

But what was the saying in business? There is no such thing as bad publicity? They'd at least remember her.

Returning to Asa with all haste she stopped just short of violating his personal space. With a awkward grin she decided to get it all out, "Oh-heh kays. The pretty lady-who-owns-blue-car said no to race. B-b-but the Corvette's driver, whom is named Chuck, said he would race ye. Aaaalso, heh, ye d-d-did neglect to finish your half-of-introductions when we first met. Sssso I could nada g-g-give them your name, heh-heh...Proooobably would'a made t-t-things a tad less awkward." Morgan actually rolled her eyes and her head to the left whilst saying the world "probably."

"So, Imma gonna n-need name afore I keep playing, what-tis-game? Telephone? Yeah, afore I keep playing telephone between the racers. T-t-tis fun no-doubt," she held up a hand for hold which quickly turned into a thumbs up gesture, "But-but-but be nice to know whom I am playing with f-first, heh-heh...So can I please-please know yer name? Please?"

If Asa tried to wiggle out of giving his name, she'd hit him with the sad puppy eyes.

[Asa]

"Oh, did I forget? My apologies!"

He could probably deliver a sincere apology better than she could do puppy dog eyes. He decided to forego mentioning she wouldn't be the first, or last, woman he glossed over introductions with.

"That does sound awkward, to Herald the word of...," Asa trailed off with a grin. A large hand was extended. "Morgan, forgive me. I'm Clark, and it's a delight to meet you."

Eyes glanced over from where she'd come from.

"And I fully vest you with the ability to wager with Chuck a cash amount up to, and including, our actual vehicles. Think of a big number, though, since my copilot's share is twenty percent."

Why not? He'd probably spent more on parties in the seventies getting his entire herd coked up for a secondary rush.

[Morgan Bellanar]

Morgan nodded, "Nada-no worries Clark, heh. Mmmistakes heh-happen. But, uh..." She fidgeted a little, worried about the next question. With a light laugh she continued, "If-if twenty per-sssent tis share, w-w-would that include losses?" She then held up both hands, waving them in the negative: "Not-not-not saying ye car not faster-better. B-but ye might, uh,", She scratched her head then quickly snapped her left fingers, "Ah! Ye m-might stop to not hit a kitten or something. I j-just wanna know sssso I know what-t you know so that-at I know how much I know I na-na-need to cover it. Ye know?" She put on a friendly smile at the end. What she'd said made perfect sense to her.

[Asa]

The only time Asa Clarke would ever stop for a kitten were if he were starving.

Maybe not even then. There's only so much fur on the tongue and between fangs that one can take. Better to fall Torpid than suckle the thin, dirty blood of a rodent.

Of course, none of those thoughts showed.

He withdrew the proffered hand; fair enough, she was into staring, but not touching. A finger drifted up to his chin as in thought.

"The only thing you'll have to cover, if I lose, is my cab fare home. I'll cover the rest. Deal?"

[Cameron]

"Nothing interesting, I'm afraid. I write; occasionally, when the inspiration hits. I also spend quite a lot of time reading" and browsing the internet, but procrastination doesn't feel half as bad with an eternity in front of you "So, yeah, random parties aren't usually my thing - but a change of pace is nice sometimes" he replied cheerfully, letting his gaze flick over the faces of those present. An errant thought couldn't help but wonder what sort of consequences would flow on, if the Prince happened to lose. The image of an Elder keying somebodies car almost brought forth a chuckle, forcing it instead into a wry grin.

[Morgan Bellanar]

Oh, right, she was supposed to shake the hand. Whoops. Mundane social interactions, just when she thought she had them she'd miss something.

A look of further concern passed over her face as she didn't think it'd be right for her to bet the man's car. "I-I would be willing to p-put money down in thine-favor, heh. Nada-w-want ye to lose thine c-c-c-c-vehicle. Um, aaalso," she tossed him back the car's fob, "Ye might w-w-wanna wipe that down afore ye pocket it, heh-heh," she held up both hands, showing the grime on them. She had been climbing public streetlight posts after all. Birds sometimes used them as toilets. She'd have to remember to wash her hands before she ate anything. After pausing for a minutes, she pointed back towards the challenger across the way, "I-I-I shalt go ano-and notify him that the b-b-b-bet be, uh $1000 I suppose tis lots, ye-have-that-car-ye-have-that-cash." She nodded to herself as the last part tumbled from her lips.

Morgan shook her head before looked up and asked Asa: "T-t-tis that too-too much, uh, Clark?"

ooc: for some reason I (the Player) glossed past the handshake offer. Sorry.

[Asa]

This was probably the most time he'd spent talking to a woman that he wasn't going to sleep with in years.

Not that he didn't talk to women... it was just the way things happened. Most of the women he spoke with were Kindred, and most Kindred women...

The fob almost caught him by surprise as his thoughts wandered. A hand dipped into a pocket and produced a handkerchief, and he followed the recommendation. The square of material could have been an anachronism of a hipster, or even the airs of the wealthy. The truth was simply that blood smeared. Whether or not any given Kindred was overly fastidious, most learned to be cautious.

"Let me suggest an alternative? Ask what he'd like to wager, then just agree. Unless he's a cheapskate, and then just add two zeroes. Have a little faith, Herald Morgan!"