03-19-2023, 10:35 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-19-2023, 10:36 PM by Jaxen Marveet.)
Now that was twice in as many minutes that Zephyr said something odd. The first time she mentioned her circle of friends, Jaxen assumed it was the same society bullshit that everyone who was anyone in Moscow brought up. Circles. Networks. Friends. Whatever. On its own, not all that noteworthy.
But calling him a master thief gave him some pause. Nobody should know that about him. Unless she counted stealing hearts panties. She had said she knew who he was. Just how much did she know?
A contemplative flicker fluttered his expression, but it wasn’t an ominous response. It was curious more than anything. Behind him, the pink haired lady had scooted farther away, so Jaxen decided to abandon her altogether. No point barking up that tree.
He snorted an amused little snort, then hopped up and rounded the barricade that separated their seats. In a flash, he was next to Zephyr, sliding in from the other side of her table.
“Alright. I’ll play. A thousand dollars if you can guess where this guy showed up,” he winked, licked his lips, and went still for about 10 seconds.
Again, his face rearranged, but this time, it was into the dour and gruff Mr. White. He was a good looking bloke despite the stick up his ass. If she guessed Baccarat Mansion, he would know all he needed to know.
Besides. He was good for the money after all.
But calling him a master thief gave him some pause. Nobody should know that about him. Unless she counted stealing hearts panties. She had said she knew who he was. Just how much did she know?
A contemplative flicker fluttered his expression, but it wasn’t an ominous response. It was curious more than anything. Behind him, the pink haired lady had scooted farther away, so Jaxen decided to abandon her altogether. No point barking up that tree.
He snorted an amused little snort, then hopped up and rounded the barricade that separated their seats. In a flash, he was next to Zephyr, sliding in from the other side of her table.
“Alright. I’ll play. A thousand dollars if you can guess where this guy showed up,” he winked, licked his lips, and went still for about 10 seconds.
Again, his face rearranged, but this time, it was into the dour and gruff Mr. White. He was a good looking bloke despite the stick up his ass. If she guessed Baccarat Mansion, he would know all he needed to know.
Besides. He was good for the money after all.