Blood Sport

[Giovanni Cavelli]

A man approached Giovanni, and although his face was familiar, Giovanni had no idea who he was. He didn't like the way the man casually smiled at him. Giovanni sat down, taking Oriena's hand and placing it back on his chest as if nothing had happened and sipped his beer again. He could feel the power racing through his veins wanting release, but he kept hold of it instead of releasing it on the target that had presented itself.

He gestured indifferently to the man to join them at the table. Giovanni cared not if he joined them. The man's casual smile shifted in the shadows. It almost looked like a smirk, now. Then his head shifted slightly to the woman and he raised an eyebrow before setting the chilled glass on the table.

Giovanni didn't return the man's smile. Caos echoed in his head. "Kill, kill, kill..."
Giovanni wouldn't kill him yet, though. Unless he ended up being a prick - he'd had enough of pricks lately.

Caos bristled with the power, the voice clearly seeing this man as a rival. It wanted him to strike out, but Giovanni held back. Giovanni also was aware that this man likely wasn't just coming to congratulate him on still being alive. Giovanni wasn't sure what his motive was.

"What do you want?"
Giovanni asked straightforwardly. He was already in Oriena's game and didn't want to play another.