Calling in Favours

[Oriena]

The ease with which they walked out of the bar was vaguely disappointing, dampening the thrill igniting her veins from the brief altercation. Claire was a better prize than a bar fight, but the frustration gnawed anyway, replaced by the chill of bitter Russian winter when they stepped out. Oriena's fingers trailed away languorously. "We're special, you and I."
A sharp smirk tugged her lips. "And you could have won that game. Since you're apparently so hard up, I'm surprised you couldn't find the motivation."
Cruelty laced the words, but so too did a heated tease. Claire was no delicate flower; Ori wanted to see her reaction, though it changed little of her intentions. "I have an offer."



Edited by Oriena, Jul 26 2014, 09:26 AM.