10-05-2016, 10:09 PM
"Gathered that, kid. This isn't your scene. You're too wide-eyed and adorably interested. Honestly, half those sacks wouldn't notice what you were up to till you'd already struck. And the other half probably still wouldn't figure it out."
Most quickly learned to assume an air of distant boredom or disinterested. In his case, it wasn't an assumed air though; the light show, the music, the company, none of it interested him in the slightest. Just the job, although he doubted Marveet would be stupid enough to try and hit Mr Talanov directly ever again. No, that battle would be fought with lawyers and investment bankers and all that piddly shit.
"So the question now, is how the hell someone like you ended up at one of this Methos fella's fancy parties. I'm told he'll let pretty well anyone in here, but you didn't just waltz in off the street. And I doubt you were hanging out at home getting your pre-drink on before the big party. You're all dolled up, but too bloody innocent and friendly to be a party girl. Celebration probably."
The logic puzzles were a way to keep the mind sharp; deductive reasoning was important, and piecing together the puzzle, no matter how mundane it might be, was a good way of understanding the big picture. The more you could learn of your mark, the better your chance of killing them, or forcing them to do what you needed them to do. Not that that sort of motivation really applied anymore.
He'd gathered she was already had a few drinks down range. Probably not at the party, considering how much trouble she had getting a drink from the bar tender. Nor did she seem the type to pre-drink at home or at a pre-party. That was a trick to save money, and loosen inhibitions before hitting the big show.
So she was probably at a bar, or more likely a club, before the party. And had been with, or met, someone there that had brought her to Methos' party. But whomever had brought her had, apparently, cut her loose once they had arrived. Either because they were a self-absorbed cock-bag and forgot the pretty little fish in favor of a bigger catch, or because they were confident she would do fine on her own.
He surveyed the room again; it was only a small glimpse of the party-goers present; the party spanned the entire damn floor after all. He recognized Methos, only from what he had read about the fellow once he had learned that Miss Talanov wanted to attend the man's party. Something seemed to have caught the man's eye, but White couldn't quite spy what, or more likely whom, it was due to the crowd, at least for the moment.
Most quickly learned to assume an air of distant boredom or disinterested. In his case, it wasn't an assumed air though; the light show, the music, the company, none of it interested him in the slightest. Just the job, although he doubted Marveet would be stupid enough to try and hit Mr Talanov directly ever again. No, that battle would be fought with lawyers and investment bankers and all that piddly shit.
"So the question now, is how the hell someone like you ended up at one of this Methos fella's fancy parties. I'm told he'll let pretty well anyone in here, but you didn't just waltz in off the street. And I doubt you were hanging out at home getting your pre-drink on before the big party. You're all dolled up, but too bloody innocent and friendly to be a party girl. Celebration probably."
The logic puzzles were a way to keep the mind sharp; deductive reasoning was important, and piecing together the puzzle, no matter how mundane it might be, was a good way of understanding the big picture. The more you could learn of your mark, the better your chance of killing them, or forcing them to do what you needed them to do. Not that that sort of motivation really applied anymore.
He'd gathered she was already had a few drinks down range. Probably not at the party, considering how much trouble she had getting a drink from the bar tender. Nor did she seem the type to pre-drink at home or at a pre-party. That was a trick to save money, and loosen inhibitions before hitting the big show.
So she was probably at a bar, or more likely a club, before the party. And had been with, or met, someone there that had brought her to Methos' party. But whomever had brought her had, apparently, cut her loose once they had arrived. Either because they were a self-absorbed cock-bag and forgot the pretty little fish in favor of a bigger catch, or because they were confident she would do fine on her own.
He surveyed the room again; it was only a small glimpse of the party-goers present; the party spanned the entire damn floor after all. He recognized Methos, only from what he had read about the fellow once he had learned that Miss Talanov wanted to attend the man's party. Something seemed to have caught the man's eye, but White couldn't quite spy what, or more likely whom, it was due to the crowd, at least for the moment.