Blood Sport

[Oriena]

She turned. Of course she turned, as fluid as if she'd fully intended to offer a parting gesture, her steps still retreating, her smirk sharp. Retaliation ignited at the smack, flooding her full to the brim. She was quite purposefully uncircumspect, an unacknowledged queen. The electricity of it danced in her smile. Naturally suspicious, her gaze encompassed both men, but found no answers in either expression. It didn't matter. The reveller had come too late to the game; she'd offered plenty of chances.

Her gin flashed wicked. The glasses on their table smashed. Ori blew a parting kiss.