01-03-2015, 01:15 PM
Emily wanted them all to go together. The power made Emily's enthusiasm clear. Bas was definitely game. She was hot. He'd enjoy helping her pick out a dress. An evening gown? Hell yeah he would. Enzo was game too. "Cool man. Yeah, Imperials is down here."
He lead the way. "From what I hear it's not like your typical place. I've got an appointment with one of the shoppers though. I'm sure he can help you out."
Bas was still trying to figure him out. As they walked, Enzo mentioned Viktor with some hesitation. More like confusion really. He hadn't been with Viktor.
He struggled to remember that night but all that came to mind was waking up with an angel ministering to him. Oh, and Pyotr sleeping on her chair. Was he referring to Pyotr?
He glanced at Enzo. If he was a player with the Kolomov's he wasn't good at it. Maybe he was just being too paranoid. But if he did see that bitch Viktor, he'd make sure the guy couldn't follow him anymore. He remembered how he'd killed Boris. That had worked pretty well. Course, if he used the same technique and the cops were around to question him, they might get suspicious. He'd have to get creative. Good thing he was learning new stuff from Nox.
They arrived at the door- it was simple and elegant and didn't go out of it's way to advertise itself. That's how these ritzy places were though. The people who went there knew what they were doing and had the money for it. Idly, he wondered what Emily and Enzo did to afford such a place.
They went in and it was decorated in maroons and golds and blacks. It oozed opulence. The girl seated at the chest high reception desk was smokin, a brunette with stunning blue eyes and hair pulled up on one side to expose her neck in a most inviting manner. He walked up to her, his eyes clearly taking her in. He gave her a smile while leaning on the counter. "Hi. My name's Sebastian. I have an appointment with Bruno around about now."
He put his hand on hers. "Please tell me he's late."
The flat 'are you freaking kidding me?' look she gave him made him laugh. He shrugged and gave her a sheepish grin that seemed to say "Hey, it was worth a shot." A smile threatened to break her look and he winked at her.
Then as if he had just remembered them, "Oh, these are some folks I just met. They're lookin to get something new as well."
She looked at him and them for a moment. Probably trying to figure out whether they could afford this place. He at least was wearing a silk suit. And Emily looked good. More than good, really. Evening gowns flashed to his mind. Especially laying at the foot of his bed. Her voice cut through the image. "Bruno will be here momentarily. Have a seat."
She gave him a look as he sat down. He winked back at her. It was all in fun.
He lead the way. "From what I hear it's not like your typical place. I've got an appointment with one of the shoppers though. I'm sure he can help you out."
Bas was still trying to figure him out. As they walked, Enzo mentioned Viktor with some hesitation. More like confusion really. He hadn't been with Viktor.
He struggled to remember that night but all that came to mind was waking up with an angel ministering to him. Oh, and Pyotr sleeping on her chair. Was he referring to Pyotr?
He glanced at Enzo. If he was a player with the Kolomov's he wasn't good at it. Maybe he was just being too paranoid. But if he did see that bitch Viktor, he'd make sure the guy couldn't follow him anymore. He remembered how he'd killed Boris. That had worked pretty well. Course, if he used the same technique and the cops were around to question him, they might get suspicious. He'd have to get creative. Good thing he was learning new stuff from Nox.
They arrived at the door- it was simple and elegant and didn't go out of it's way to advertise itself. That's how these ritzy places were though. The people who went there knew what they were doing and had the money for it. Idly, he wondered what Emily and Enzo did to afford such a place.
They went in and it was decorated in maroons and golds and blacks. It oozed opulence. The girl seated at the chest high reception desk was smokin, a brunette with stunning blue eyes and hair pulled up on one side to expose her neck in a most inviting manner. He walked up to her, his eyes clearly taking her in. He gave her a smile while leaning on the counter. "Hi. My name's Sebastian. I have an appointment with Bruno around about now."
He put his hand on hers. "Please tell me he's late."
The flat 'are you freaking kidding me?' look she gave him made him laugh. He shrugged and gave her a sheepish grin that seemed to say "Hey, it was worth a shot." A smile threatened to break her look and he winked at her.
Then as if he had just remembered them, "Oh, these are some folks I just met. They're lookin to get something new as well."
She looked at him and them for a moment. Probably trying to figure out whether they could afford this place. He at least was wearing a silk suit. And Emily looked good. More than good, really. Evening gowns flashed to his mind. Especially laying at the foot of his bed. Her voice cut through the image. "Bruno will be here momentarily. Have a seat."
She gave him a look as he sat down. He winked back at her. It was all in fun.