03-05-2014, 09:20 AM
He had guessed one thing right about the real her. Thankfully it's true of many Moscovians. The United States and Russia have never really gotten along, ever. And it may be a shit hole now, but it had it's hay day once, as does everything, their 15 minutes of fame.
No Coffee? It was one of the drugs of choice for most in her company. But Katya smiled, wondering if the same smile seeped through to Loksli's visage. It didn't matter. Loksli grabbed the chair in front of her and pulled it from the table. She had the urge to flip the chair around, but did not. It caused for some issues when it came down to actually trying to type. The computer could render it so, but it's hard to fake that kind of position for anything longer than a few minutes, and from the looks of her new found friend he was here for a bit. Katya sat down in her comfortable chair, the chair Loksli had didn't look nearly as comfortable.
Loksli smiled and this time Katya knew it was there shining towards her friend. "Surely I'm just a purveyor of the arts."
Katya didn't mention what kind of art. The Baccarat was after all pretty much a museum of some of the finest glass pieces of their times. But he was right, there was definitely something or someone up to no good.
Loksli leaned on to the table with a soft smile not meant to be happy but more seductive, "I'm never up to anything good."
Her smiled widened as she leaned back in the chair. "And I don't think you are either."
"I'll show you mine if you show me yours."
She was referring to the information they had gained, but if he took it another way so be it.
Edited by Katya, Mar 5 2014, 09:21 AM.
No Coffee? It was one of the drugs of choice for most in her company. But Katya smiled, wondering if the same smile seeped through to Loksli's visage. It didn't matter. Loksli grabbed the chair in front of her and pulled it from the table. She had the urge to flip the chair around, but did not. It caused for some issues when it came down to actually trying to type. The computer could render it so, but it's hard to fake that kind of position for anything longer than a few minutes, and from the looks of her new found friend he was here for a bit. Katya sat down in her comfortable chair, the chair Loksli had didn't look nearly as comfortable.
Loksli smiled and this time Katya knew it was there shining towards her friend. "Surely I'm just a purveyor of the arts."
Katya didn't mention what kind of art. The Baccarat was after all pretty much a museum of some of the finest glass pieces of their times. But he was right, there was definitely something or someone up to no good.
Loksli leaned on to the table with a soft smile not meant to be happy but more seductive, "I'm never up to anything good."
Her smiled widened as she leaned back in the chair. "And I don't think you are either."
"I'll show you mine if you show me yours."
She was referring to the information they had gained, but if he took it another way so be it.
Edited by Katya, Mar 5 2014, 09:21 AM.