Thread: Heartfire (Vertaige & darkangel76)

It was with hesitance that Evie climbed into the limo, though as her head swam with both fear and anger at the earlier events at this dragon's speech, she knew she had to at least hear him out. Staying behind definitely wasn't an option as the glares she'd received while making her way out of the convention center had been proof enough that doing so wouldn't be the wisest of decisions. And to think it had all been over something as silly as a water bottle! A water bottle? Truly these dragons thought too highly of themselves! Once inside, Evie then situated herself and stared out the tinted glass of the windows, thankful that no one on the outside could see her sitting there. Despite her swelling anger, she felt ever so small and foolish for what had happened. She'd had no idea that watersomething so seemingly harmlesswould cause such an outrage amongst the dragon community. The moment she'd seen the smoke rising from the dragon's flesh, heard that acidic sizzle... Evie's eyes clamped shut and she shuddered, her tongue darting out to moisten her lips, which had suddenly gone dry. Opening her eyes once more, she glanced at the dragon who was looking into her face, his eyes seeming to stare straight though her and into her soul. She shifted a bit, feeling slightly vulnerable in his presence, curling up in her seat so that she could hug her knees to her chest for comfort, for security. Unsure of what to do, her blue eyes moved to focus on the floor and she began to idly rub at her arms, a finger absently tracing one of the swirls of her tattoo. So many thoughts... too many! And they swirled through her mind making it difficult to focus on the here and the now. Evie had to admit that as she sat there with the dragon looking onand no doubt judging with all his scrutinyshe felt a bit lost... confused. Oh how her world had turned upside down by one impulsive move! A heavy sigh rolled over Evie's lips just then and she slumped forward a bit. She was angry about the situation she suddenly found herself in. Angry, scared, even frustrated. She could feel the tears threatening to form as she let her head fall forward, her red curls cascading over her slender shoulders as she caught sight of the driver who also seemed to be waiting for her to speak. Biting down on her lip, she turned her head and let her forehead press against the glass of the window with a tiny thud. She felt hot, stifled, yet cold and frozen. Suddenly, Evie sat up, her thoughts snapping back to reality. She'd heard everything the dragon had told her, every single syllable. Did he truly think it so easy to leave one's life behind? She'd had a job, friends... But she knew that if she got out of that limo and headed back to Tech Noir, she'd be the 'dragon hater' and... she swallowed hard as vile memories pushed their way from the darkest recesses of her mind, mocking and teasing as their teeth gnawed at her brain. But she knew the inevitability and a tear fell from one of her eyes. Quickly she moved to brush it away so that it would hopefully go unnoticed. I will stay, Evie answered, her eyes still focused on the floor. But, I need to let my boss know. I was his best waitress. She paused a moment before finally meeting the dragon's gaze. At Tech Noir. Do you know it? She blinked rapidly, almost certain that he did seeing as many of his kind frequented the club.