10-06-2013, 06:31 PM
If it were anybody else, he'd have to admit she was pretty damn sexy when she was angry. Of course, it was Reed--robotic Ice Queen extraordinaire, so that went out the window. But even so, insults aside Trano could almost believe she was trying to seduce him. Of course, that was probably the scotch talking.
He really wished he could tell her the truth, but on the off chance that he was losing his mind he decided to keep quiet. And besides, if he was already in the loony bin he didn't want to risk destroying the nice reality he had dreamed up for himself. Oh no, Agent Reed--it's actually magic. Me and Nikolai Brandon can both use magic!
Now that would have been a great conversation.
He frowned at the bottle she'd stolen. "Next time the leader of the bad half of the world gives you the 'I'm-going-to-make-you-my-bitch' look, tell me how you feel about it."
He sighed and put the empty glass down. At least he had a nice little buzz going, between what he'd been drinking at the conference and what he had in the car. "I'm not exactly his favorite person in the world, and we're not exactly in neutral territory."
She didn't look angry, more annoyed than anything else. Like a big sister trying to keep an idiot brother from doing something stupid. He resented that. "You sure loved to talk a lot of shit when you could hide stateside. What's changed?"
That made him smile. "I'm not scared of a fist fight with a sixty year old man."
Even if he was in excellent shape. "Sadly, he's got a few million guys to do that kind of thing for him. I'm not exactly a gambler, and even if I were I wouldn't like those odds."
He really wished he was able to control the magic better. Maybe if he could do something--like get that bottle back
--he could prove he wasn't crazy. That would make explaining the fact that the evil overlord of half the world was also a powerful--or at least skilled, Trano really didn't know how that sort of thing worked--magic user a lot easier. Wizard? Warlock? Sorcerer? Wish I played more dungeons and dragons when I was a kid.
He really wished he could tell her the truth, but on the off chance that he was losing his mind he decided to keep quiet. And besides, if he was already in the loony bin he didn't want to risk destroying the nice reality he had dreamed up for himself. Oh no, Agent Reed--it's actually magic. Me and Nikolai Brandon can both use magic!
Now that would have been a great conversation.
He frowned at the bottle she'd stolen. "Next time the leader of the bad half of the world gives you the 'I'm-going-to-make-you-my-bitch' look, tell me how you feel about it."
He sighed and put the empty glass down. At least he had a nice little buzz going, between what he'd been drinking at the conference and what he had in the car. "I'm not exactly his favorite person in the world, and we're not exactly in neutral territory."
She didn't look angry, more annoyed than anything else. Like a big sister trying to keep an idiot brother from doing something stupid. He resented that. "You sure loved to talk a lot of shit when you could hide stateside. What's changed?"
That made him smile. "I'm not scared of a fist fight with a sixty year old man."
Even if he was in excellent shape. "Sadly, he's got a few million guys to do that kind of thing for him. I'm not exactly a gambler, and even if I were I wouldn't like those odds."
He really wished he was able to control the magic better. Maybe if he could do something--like get that bottle back
--he could prove he wasn't crazy. That would make explaining the fact that the evil overlord of half the world was also a powerful--or at least skilled, Trano really didn't know how that sort of thing worked--magic user a lot easier. Wizard? Warlock? Sorcerer? Wish I played more dungeons and dragons when I was a kid.