Thread: Playing the Game [ Chai & Razgriz ]

RE Playing the Game Ariamella Razgriz Just like Rowena to handle herself like that, Ric thought with a bemused expression the contract was very clear on his needing to protect Stella. But it didn't make him have to 'stand up for her honor', just make sure she didn't have anything bad happen to her. Many of the Dregs were often - at the very least - acquaintances with each other, and some even more so than that. They had to be, since 'Society' seemed to love putting them out on the sidelines. If they didn't stick together in some way, shape or form even more of them would have been taken to prison. Rowena and Ric in particular helped each other out of more jams than most might think, and they shared plenty an 'intimate' evening together. Ric and Rowena could easily call each other friends, but by no means were they lovers. One didn't need to 'love' someone to sleep with them, after all. Unlike what Society seemed to obsessively profess, having a healthy sexual appetite outside of wedlock wasn't a bad thing. Besides, Rowena often played the role of a 'black widow', using charm and seduction to get close to her targets. So she had a FAR better idea about just how many 'good citizens' were actually faithful to their betrothed. The two Dregs both stifled laughs as Adrian blatantly insulted Stella's endowment, or lack thereof. Ric really had to try hard to not bust a gut Stella was a firecracker, it seemed. More than he seemed to give her credit for. And for her to use his element like that...Genius. Sitting back up, he gave Rowena a slight look of amazement that she would compliment him like that then again, she rarely chose not to speak her mind. Got her in a fair bit of trouble, but honesty like that was hard to come by. You flatter me, love. Wouldn't sell yourself short though you're quite a minx yourself. he grinned, leaning in to nip at her neck. Rowena just laughed and playfully pushed him away, Ric! We're in public, you naughty dog. The warlock snickered, So? We've done it in places more open than this...Remember that time in Paris? At this Rowena flushed a little, I didn't think you would actually DO it! You made me look like a saint! Once Adrian finished cleaning himself off, doing his best to get the soy sauce stains out of his clothes, he looked up with a rather shocked expression, What, are you guys exhibitionists or something? Ric just laughed, No, but since we're Dregs and all, why show them any decency? Not like they want us around even if we play by their rules. All those snobby elitists can shove it for all I care. At this, Adrian's fist clenched and he stood up rather quickly Rowena shot him another icy glare, Sit, boy. But Adrian didn't back down, though he still seemed scared senseless. S-shut up was his reply, his voice laced with a quivering of genuine fear for his safety, You're under a contract too. Anything happens to me and it's on your head...So you can't make do anything...Bitch! Frank, meanwhile, was just coming out but stopped when he heard the commotion as much as he wanted to give Stella her food and speak with her, this seemed like a REALLY bad time. It didn't help that Adrian Ellison was here normally, he was pretty relaxed, but he all too often made inappropriate passes at the staff and other female patrons. Sometimes it worked for him, other times it didn't and he had to be asked to leave. But he always tipped well whenever he was served he was actually one of the few 'elite progeny' that seemed to respect the working class, especially considering the wealth the families of the Ten had. The witch's eyes flashed dangerously, So, you think having me sign that shitty little paper makes you a big man? The only reason I'm not smearing your scrawny ass on the pavement is because I actually want your father to be happy. He's a good man who got screwed over, especially after what your slut of a mother did to him. So that means keeping you safe, you little shit. But that doesn't mean corporal punishment is out of the question your father's smart enough to know you need a firm hand. Standing up, she towered over him, her height that of 5'9 and Adrian being 5'4, her hands on her wide hips as she stared him down. So, unless you want a real fucking problem...Sit. Now! she spoke again, Ric adding with a snickering grin I'd do it, Adrian. She might look all sexy goddess like, but you don't want her angry. Rowena turned her head and shot Ric a wink, then turned her attention back to her charge. Adrian's body twitched, fuming at being shamed right now damn Dregs, he thought. Screw this, I'm out of here. Talk to you later, light bulb. Try not to light up someone else's day, will you? he then muttered as he stormed out of the restaurant. Rowena let out a sigh, Damn, and I was really looking forward to some egg foo yung. She then leaned back down and gave Ric a kiss on the cheek, saying with quite a beautiful smile on her lips Give a holler sometime, stud. You know how to reach me. before following her charge out the door. Sorry about the trouble! the witch apologized quickly to the young waiter, who let out a somewhat satisfied breath of relief. He then walked over and set the food before the remaining pair, along with some extra plates, Ric clapping his hands together, Thank you sir...Ah, this looks fantastic. Frank smiled, I hope you enjoy the food, sir! He then turned his attention to Stella and asked, How have you been, Stella? I always seem to miss you whenever you decide to come in, so it has been a little while.