05-17-2020, 02:24 AM
(This post was last modified: 05-17-2020, 08:27 AM by Zhenya.
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Ephraim kept half an eye on her silent response once he had finished speaking, and her lips sealed with the small tease of a smile as she became aware of the attention. Though she dutifully put the pieces together for him, it was unlikely to escape his notice that it had only been phrased as a question. There was no intended sting in that though. The details of any deal would not be bargained tonight anyway, and the office would negotiate Pervaya’s stake. The premise was intriguing enough; this time he really could forward a proposal and expect to hear back. Beyond signing it off, Zhenya need not be personally involved at all if she didn’t wish it. But none of those things were what caught on her attention and soothed her into pensive thought.
In comparison Seven sought the challenge quickly, but she suspected either Ephraim was assured of a favourable hearing from him or he simply had nothing to lose in taking part. He came from money, perhaps, for while he had been enthused for the stagecraft of his own work he showed less interest in the minutiae of business.
She laughed a little for the declaration, pulled easily back into the moment as the music shifted and her mood shifted playful with it. Ephraim showed no indication of finding his feet, though he did appear to be amused. “Oh, most definitely after,” he assured, and made a tip of his glass that might either have meant he was disinclined to this particular challenge else for now he preferred the company of the alcohol.
Zhenya plucked the tiny winged boar from the arm of her chair as she stood, like she did not wish to leave it behind. The vodka was warm in her limbs, but barely a buzz towards her limitations; just languorously pleasant. She smoothed the dark waves of her hair over one shoulder as she twisted the trinket a final time between her fingers, quite certain it was nothing power-wrought but still intrigued as to the lure of it.
“You should hold on to this,” she teased, tucking the boar into Seven's top pocket when she drew closer. "You do not seem fond of the vodka. Perhaps we shall find a better way to learn the truth of a man." She winked. The invitation had been his, but it was she who pulled him by the hand towards the dance floor, though she paused to ruffle her fingers through Ephraim’s curls as they passed behind his chair.
In comparison Seven sought the challenge quickly, but she suspected either Ephraim was assured of a favourable hearing from him or he simply had nothing to lose in taking part. He came from money, perhaps, for while he had been enthused for the stagecraft of his own work he showed less interest in the minutiae of business.
She laughed a little for the declaration, pulled easily back into the moment as the music shifted and her mood shifted playful with it. Ephraim showed no indication of finding his feet, though he did appear to be amused. “Oh, most definitely after,” he assured, and made a tip of his glass that might either have meant he was disinclined to this particular challenge else for now he preferred the company of the alcohol.
Zhenya plucked the tiny winged boar from the arm of her chair as she stood, like she did not wish to leave it behind. The vodka was warm in her limbs, but barely a buzz towards her limitations; just languorously pleasant. She smoothed the dark waves of her hair over one shoulder as she twisted the trinket a final time between her fingers, quite certain it was nothing power-wrought but still intrigued as to the lure of it.
“You should hold on to this,” she teased, tucking the boar into Seven's top pocket when she drew closer. "You do not seem fond of the vodka. Perhaps we shall find a better way to learn the truth of a man." She winked. The invitation had been his, but it was she who pulled him by the hand towards the dance floor, though she paused to ruffle her fingers through Ephraim’s curls as they passed behind his chair.