Thread: Playing the Game [ Chai & Razgriz ]

RE Playing the Game Ariamella Razgriz Colorado Springs, CO Early-mid November Holy shit. It took every fibre of Stella's being not to just demolish Ricor at least attempt toright there in the middle of the Jasmine Cafe. Darling ? In what world was he living in that made it okay to call her that? A part of her knew the display was purely to push her buttons, to purposely get under her skin and really see how far he could take his luck. The worst part was that it was working, but she couldn't help the feeling livid at him for... for almost everything . Everything he did was infuriating! She didn't care whether she could take him on in a fight or not, but at this point she was more than willing to try, especially after she saw Jiao's head pop up at Ric's voice, tryingand failingto look discretely over at their table. Even Frank lifted his eyebrows in surprise, as if asking Stella why she would ever be with someone like Ric. As if she would, ever. But at least the Dreg had taste. Hey Frank, she greeted her sort-of friend, who was dressed impeccably as always. She gave a tight smile and closed her menu, making a point to completely ignore Ric save for a kick under the table, letting her heeled boot connect with his shin. She wished it would connect in other, more sensitive places. Asshole. I'll have the Mongolian Beef with white rice, but can you guys add tofu to that? Oh, and hot tea for the both of us, please. And what kind of soup would you lik the young man started to say, the question directed at Ric. Hot and sour, for the both of us, Stella cut Frank off, wanting him to leave as soon as possible so she could have a proper talk with the Dreg about what was and wasn't appropriate. For example, permanently blinding him and burning his ass off was not okay to do in public, but it was okay to do at home. Your usual then? Frank asked, smiling, not bothering to write any of it down. After Stella nodded, he then confirmed, So I've got an order of potstickers, a Sweet and Sour Chicken with fried rice and hot and sour soup, and for you I have the usual, right? I'll be back with the tea. Stella waited until Frank was out of range, disappearing somewhere in the back, before she aimed a murderous glare at the man in front of her. What the hell? she exclaimed in a hushed tone, careful not to draw attention from the other patrons. Not that it was working they already seemed to be whispering and stealing glances at Ric, most likely because of the way he was dressed. Darling? Where did that come from? Did you forget who you were for a hot minute? ... And put your hood down, she snapped at him, You look like an idiot. A moment of charged, awkward silence passed as Frank reappeared with the tea and two cups, placing them down on the table without a word and running off again, but not before shooting a curious glance their way. Ugh, he likely didn't want to get in the way of the typical 'lovers quarrel.' Stella poured some of the steaming liquid into a cup before she spoke again, crossing her arms in front of her like it was a mechanism to keep Ric away. No one cares how many promises I make and break for you, because I'm me and you're you . The simple statement was a low blow, but it said everything it needed to that the whole of Society didn't see him as someone deserving of any decent treatment, and that he would always be beneath Stella no matter how kind of a person she really was. He wasn't deserving of that kindness. What kind of decent person does a dine and dash? she continued on, These are good people who treat me well, who'd probably treat you well just because you're with me. But you wouldn't know anything about that, would you? Not you or any of your... She trailed off as she sought the depths of her vocabulary to describe the Dregs. His people? Things? But the silence was broken by a different voice, the cocky tone of some male who was nearing their table. Heyyyy, he drug out the 'y' in the word, a wide grin splitting his face as he finally came into view. Tousled blonde hair that was partially hidden by a beanie framed the top of his face while a beard of slightly darker hair framed his chin. His chocolate eyes sparkled with something aggressive, though his posture and aura remained relaxed. Nonchalant, even. Well if it isn't the little light bulb finally coming out to brighten everyone's night. No magic tricks tonight? No 'ET phone home' type shit, huh? He lifted a finger and made the tip of it softly light up, waving it around as he rested his other hand on the table. Oh, and she's got a friend. Hey, man, he nodded towards Ric, clearly ignorant of who he was. Adrian, Stella greeted the newcomer with a less-than-warm welcome, raking her eyes over him in a judgmental manner. If she hadn't known better, she would have guessed he was trash rather than the youngest son of the House Ellison, the only house that originated from North America. He certainly looked like trash with the way his jeans hung too low off his hips, and he always acted like it too. She suspected he was back in Colorado for the winter, but she hadn't expected to see him here out of all places. God, everyone was out tonight. Where's the babysitter? she asked calmly, knowing it would piss him off. Adrian's jaw visibly clenched at her words at the age of 28, his father still insisted on keeping a bodyguard with him, but it was only because everyone knew the 'bodyguard' was just to keep him from doing the stupid shit he always liked to do. Someone to keep him out of trouble. Hell if I know, he responded, I just got a new one last week, and that bitch is crazy. It was as that moment that a bubbly female voice pierced the air, followed by a giggle. Adrian? Where'd youRIC?! OH MY GOD ! she exclaimed loudly when she spotted her charge at the booth in the back. And clearly she saw someone else she recognized. Stella winced as the woman sauntered over she was all makeup and a short skirt how did that even make sense in this weather? and huge breasts that Ric seemed to lose his head in for a second when she bent to hug his shoulders. She looked damn near psychotic. Wow, I haven't seen you in literally forever! I had nooooo idea you'd make it out of that giant ice chest. Another annoying giggle followed, and Stella lifted the cup of tea to her lips. This night just couldn't get any worse.