Kings of the castle

[Oriena]

Ori watched the man slip from his seat, observing the admirable concentration he put into walking; and did not think he was bluffing. He was drunk. Not oblivious, but affected, certainly. Her gaze never broke as he came closer, and she remained silent; content, for once, to rest in the peripheral. The handshake between the two men was civil and explained precisely nothing. Afterwards the newly introduced Jon sat at a well-mannered distance, and she knew exactly how overpriced the bottle he offered was. The guy was certainly courteous; a complete antithesis to the other man sitting at the booth.

The dog yipping at the wrong tree. Now sitting at their table. Curious.

Jon’s cuffs seemed to be bothering him, but it was too perfectly offered a manipulation to suggest he loosen them up. She was wary, but not afraid, and though her resolute nature demanded answers, she did not necessarily take the easy route. She was a languorous predator; more inclined to play than to go straight for the kill, particularly in this mood. So. Someone had done his homework. “You wouldn’t have. It’s Oriena.”


An entertained smirk accompanied the words. She didn’t bother looking at Jaxen; she didn’t expect to see much reaction to that little bit of information, else she didn’t care. If he’d have thought to ask, she would have told him outright that she didn’t work here. Jon was playing with her; she recognised that well enough, and Ori was hard-pressed to ignore the challenge of a good game. In fact she laughed; an amused, husky sound. “Since I’ve been outed. No. I don’t think so. Unless you ask very nicely.”