Leah Stretches Her Legs (IC, somewhere in NYC)
A few hours later, the car pulled up in front of a small, dingy-looking filling station in a shabby part of town. "Look, I told you I hated this city," Nigel said.
"And I told you you were going the wrong way," Leah said. "Look, you go in there and get a map, and find out which way we need to go to get back onto I-95. That'll take us right to Chelsea where Spitz's gallery is. I'm going to stretch my legs I hate being cramped up for so long."
"Don't go too far," Yuan suggested. "This looks like a bad neighborhood."
Leah snorted. "I can take care of myself, you know."
Nigel climbed out of the car and stalked toward the filling station, muttering dire imprecations against whoever it was decided Yanks should drive on the wrong bloody side of the road. Leah climbed out of the car, closed the door, started to walk away, stopped with a yelp as it turned out she'd closed the door on her hair, opened and closed the car door again, and stalked away, muttering dire imprecations against whatever higher power had decided to give her the hair of Style-It-Yourself Barbie upon commencement. Yuan shrugged, leaned back in his seat, and closed his eyes, as the wind shifted direction to bring a familiar scent
Leah started walking, figuring that a quick once around the block would do wonders for her cramping legs. That was the problem with being the manifestation of the beast of travel those long legs tended to cramp with prolonged inactivity. If it had been up to her, she would simply have used a portion of her power to run to the place herself but it would not do to be seen that way here on Prosaic Earth.
As she rounded the corner, she nearly ran right into a young man standing there. "Sorry," she mumbled, moving to go aroundbut the man reached out to grab her arm.
"Well, what have we here?" He smirked. "Hate to tell ya, missy, but you run into me, you gotta do more'n 'sorry' me."
Leah pursed her lips. "Oh, indeed?" She turned her head, to look him full in the eye. "And what, then, would you have me do?"
"Well, mebbe you'n me could go back in that alley there, and" The man's words trailed off as the fullness of Leah's beauty washed over his unprepared mortal eyes. His jaw hung agape as he tried to remember what his next word would have been or any word at all.
"Oh, I know what you want," Leah said. "When you see a pretty lady, your kind always thinks of just one thing."
"Guh " the man said.
"You'd like a kiss, wouldn't you? And perhaps more than that." Leah smiled. "Well, I will give you a kiss, but you must give me value in return. What do you have that is worth a kiss from one such as me?"
"Guh "
"How about yourself? Not quite equal value, but I feel like being generous today. Does that sound fair to you?" She nodded her head, and the man returned the nod reflexively.
"Very well." Leah leaned forward, and her lips brushed his for the merest of moments. "There. You belong to me now. Come here " Leah leaned so that her hair fell to one side, then moved next to him, and past him. A moment later, she was alone on the street, tossing her head to swing her hair back into place. "There we go. You'll keep there until I get back to the Chancel."
Leah turned and jogged on again
and then a few moments later, two more young toughs stepped out of an alley directly in front her. Leah sighed. "I suppose you'll both be wanting kisses, won't you?"
They looked at each other, blinked, and grinned.
"Well, then come here I haven't got all day "
A few minutes later, Nigel had a street map spread out on the hood of the car, holding it down with both hands to keep the wind from blowing it away. "Damn it, Yuan, would you tell it to blow somewhere else?"
"Sorry, Nigel."
Nigel looked up as Leah came jogging up the block from the other direction. "Oh, there you are. What kept you? I've just about found the way back."
Leah shrugged. "Sorry had to pick up a few tools." She jumped over the convertible's passenger door into the seat.
Nigel looked up. "Tools?"
Leah nodded. "Manure spreaders. For the Chancel farms." She ran her hands through her hair. "They're so cheap here, you can have them for a kiss."
"Don't you mean for a song?" Nigel asked, folding up the map.
Leah smirked. "No, if I meant a song, I would have said a song. C'mon, let's get back on the road."
"And I told you you were going the wrong way," Leah said. "Look, you go in there and get a map, and find out which way we need to go to get back onto I-95. That'll take us right to Chelsea where Spitz's gallery is. I'm going to stretch my legs I hate being cramped up for so long."
"Don't go too far," Yuan suggested. "This looks like a bad neighborhood."
Leah snorted. "I can take care of myself, you know."
Nigel climbed out of the car and stalked toward the filling station, muttering dire imprecations against whoever it was decided Yanks should drive on the wrong bloody side of the road. Leah climbed out of the car, closed the door, started to walk away, stopped with a yelp as it turned out she'd closed the door on her hair, opened and closed the car door again, and stalked away, muttering dire imprecations against whatever higher power had decided to give her the hair of Style-It-Yourself Barbie upon commencement. Yuan shrugged, leaned back in his seat, and closed his eyes, as the wind shifted direction to bring a familiar scent
Leah started walking, figuring that a quick once around the block would do wonders for her cramping legs. That was the problem with being the manifestation of the beast of travel those long legs tended to cramp with prolonged inactivity. If it had been up to her, she would simply have used a portion of her power to run to the place herself but it would not do to be seen that way here on Prosaic Earth.
As she rounded the corner, she nearly ran right into a young man standing there. "Sorry," she mumbled, moving to go aroundbut the man reached out to grab her arm.
"Well, what have we here?" He smirked. "Hate to tell ya, missy, but you run into me, you gotta do more'n 'sorry' me."
Leah pursed her lips. "Oh, indeed?" She turned her head, to look him full in the eye. "And what, then, would you have me do?"
"Well, mebbe you'n me could go back in that alley there, and" The man's words trailed off as the fullness of Leah's beauty washed over his unprepared mortal eyes. His jaw hung agape as he tried to remember what his next word would have been or any word at all.
"Oh, I know what you want," Leah said. "When you see a pretty lady, your kind always thinks of just one thing."
"Guh " the man said.
"You'd like a kiss, wouldn't you? And perhaps more than that." Leah smiled. "Well, I will give you a kiss, but you must give me value in return. What do you have that is worth a kiss from one such as me?"
"Guh "
"How about yourself? Not quite equal value, but I feel like being generous today. Does that sound fair to you?" She nodded her head, and the man returned the nod reflexively.
"Very well." Leah leaned forward, and her lips brushed his for the merest of moments. "There. You belong to me now. Come here " Leah leaned so that her hair fell to one side, then moved next to him, and past him. A moment later, she was alone on the street, tossing her head to swing her hair back into place. "There we go. You'll keep there until I get back to the Chancel."
Leah turned and jogged on again
and then a few moments later, two more young toughs stepped out of an alley directly in front her. Leah sighed. "I suppose you'll both be wanting kisses, won't you?"
They looked at each other, blinked, and grinned.
"Well, then come here I haven't got all day "
A few minutes later, Nigel had a street map spread out on the hood of the car, holding it down with both hands to keep the wind from blowing it away. "Damn it, Yuan, would you tell it to blow somewhere else?"
"Sorry, Nigel."
Nigel looked up as Leah came jogging up the block from the other direction. "Oh, there you are. What kept you? I've just about found the way back."
Leah shrugged. "Sorry had to pick up a few tools." She jumped over the convertible's passenger door into the seat.
Nigel looked up. "Tools?"
Leah nodded. "Manure spreaders. For the Chancel farms." She ran her hands through her hair. "They're so cheap here, you can have them for a kiss."
"Don't you mean for a song?" Nigel asked, folding up the map.
Leah smirked. "No, if I meant a song, I would have said a song. C'mon, let's get back on the road."