05-17-2020, 01:02 AM
Seven toyed with the lines of the power that neither of his companions could see. They dangled and tied around his fingertips, but until the knot was snug, it was nothing but an invisible fidget-device. He held no investment in the achievement of either company goals, even if he owed it to his debt. The volley between ready players neither held his interest. He was only listening out of polite gesture for a host.
But when the notion of his honor came to the fold, Seven flicked a daring gaze. “When do we start?” his smile gleamed with promise.
“Hopefully after the debauchery, glory and pillaging,” he laughed and pushed aside the remaining vodka tonic.
With the summons of a holoscreen, Seven input a few commands into the system. Soon after, music shifted to something fluid and sensual. Brows lifted with the question unspoken, wondering which of them would be willing to dance. Ephraim was comfortably lounged, but Zhenya may be game. Either would play to his desired outcome.
But when the notion of his honor came to the fold, Seven flicked a daring gaze. “When do we start?” his smile gleamed with promise.
“Hopefully after the debauchery, glory and pillaging,” he laughed and pushed aside the remaining vodka tonic.
With the summons of a holoscreen, Seven input a few commands into the system. Soon after, music shifted to something fluid and sensual. Brows lifted with the question unspoken, wondering which of them would be willing to dance. Ephraim was comfortably lounged, but Zhenya may be game. Either would play to his desired outcome.