Thread: A Pyrrhic Victory (AE x Victiorian Virtue)

Her new handler, so to speak, had the fashion sense of a mafia man in the golden era of organized crime. He oozed class from head to toe, the expense of his outfit showing in the subtle details of an expert tailor. From what Sierra knew of the man, the outfit seemed to fit him. A good bit of the city ran through him and the outfit reflected just that, commanding attention and respect from all those who saw it. Consequently, it wasnt exactly tough for her to discern him amongst the patrons at the Broken Spoke. The bar was typical for the inner city, full of trodden down ethnic men drinking away the grind of their daily lives. It was clear just from his outfit that James didnt belong. The blonde, as she walked to his table began to wonder why he chose such a hole in the wall to meet. While discretion was certainly advised, Sierra Simmons was not recognizable enough to warrant such an incognito place. She quickly dismissed the train of thought. Trying to discern the meanings of his every action was futile, he was far more informed than her. Sierra needed to make sure that her flow of information remained uninterrupted. The Frank Jones story would soon vault her career upwards, but she couldnt afford to lose that new place among the stars by being complacent. Despite the mans attractiveness, he was quite good looking for a criminal even with his scar, she had little interest in him romantically. Not only would such a notion violate her last remaining shreds of impartiality, it was risky to date any sort of criminal, especially a kingpin. Sierra intended to tantalize, promising far more than what she ever intended to deliver perhaps a flirty line here or an accidental brush-up there, but nothing more than that else she risk him insisting on anything more than a professional relationship. Upon reaching the table she flashed him a warm grin, extending her hand to shake. The key to this meeting was confidence, at least in her mind. If she came off as subservient in any way, it would give him the upper hand in their relationship. Sierra wanted to do her best to convince him that she was just as essential to him as he was to her. Perhaps she was ignorant of the intellect James no doubt possessed or perhaps she simply hoped he was far too busy to really take advantage of her, but it was doubtful that he really thought she held any of the cards. Sierra took a seat across from him and smiled as she picked up her drink, swirling it around in her hand as she spoke. I must say, you delivered just as promised. It almost makes me want to know how you knew where hed be and who hed be with. Sierra paused for a moment, before adding Dont worry, Im not actually interested in your methods, just your information. The champagne-haired girl took a sip of her martini. She wasnt much of a fan of the particular drink, but it would have been unwise to refuse what he offered. So, if you dont mind, Id like to know why were meeting. After all, it seems a simple phone call would have sufficed if you had another lead. Im not sure what else we would have to talk about. Sierra was doing her best to remain calm and collected with a slight hint of flirtation, but she suspected that she wasnt completely suppressing her nerved from his hawkish gaze. The truth was she had no idea why he had called her here, and that scared her. She wondered if he would even tell her why they were meeting, he didnt seem like the man who just gave away information without reason.