What's the fun in playing it safe?
Who: Bela Talbot, OPEN.
Where: A speakeasy in the eastern part of the city, fronted by a perfumery. It's the picture of patchwork elegance, once you get past the carefully cleaned, half-empty ranks of multicolored scent bottles. There's two doors in the 'stock' room--one leads to a tidy office, the other leads down a long flight of stairs with ( Read more... )
Where: A speakeasy in the eastern part of the city, fronted by a perfumery. It's the picture of patchwork elegance, once you get past the carefully cleaned, half-empty ranks of multicolored scent bottles. There's two doors in the 'stock' room--one leads to a tidy office, the other leads down a long flight of stairs with ( Read more... )
Timothy had delivered his rubies earlier that night so the quell in his stomach was sated. His condition was not something that had become public knowledge, It was very important that one in his position did not be discovered for having mutant qualities lest the Master in his next proclamation decide all undesirables be sent to the wasteland where they belong.
He slipped into a booth in the back and ordered a wine he could not drink. It was expensive as expected, but he could afford it. The gears of war were profitable to those who delivered directly to those in charge. He hated himself for being so skilled at sinister activity.
[OOC: "Rubies" is the a term for blood products in masterworld]
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She also knew what didn't happen. Louis, she knew his name--she knew he came by with regularity, and knew he ordered something expensive which he never drank.
There were reasons for that, though only a few. As long as he paid for his drink and didn't bring trouble, she didn't care what his were. She saluted him with her own beverage, taking a sip as her gaze turned back toward the stage and its singer.
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