Thread: Playing the Game [ Chai & Razgriz ]

RE Playing the Game Ariamella Razgriz It was easy to see that what he was saying got to Stella he had a feeling she wouldn't like being called that, but the look of utter fury in her eyes made it more real just how much that angered her. Even better was the puzzled looks the waiter and hostess so indiscreetly shot them. Her? A Council of Ten family heir, with a lowly pile of trash like him? It was inconceivable, so much so that if they actually were an item it would create quite the embarrassment for House Durante. Nonetheless, Ric just watched with a bemused expression as Stella tried to maintain a civil disposition while talking with Frank. The poor kid seemed a little uncomfortable, like he could notice the tension. Her little kick went unnoticed by Ric her toe connected with the shin guard of his armor, but thankfully it was light enough to where it wouldn't cause her pain in return. He felt the impact though, her way of saying 'Knock it the fuck off', forcing a small smirk to turn the corners of his mouth up a little. What? I figured 'darling' was a compliment. Mayhaps I should insult you instead? the warlock replied coolly, even as she gave him a death glare. He couldn't help letting out a snort though as she commanded him to lose the hood. And lose the air of mystique? Not a chance, doll. was his next statement, laced with a boastful arrogance. Though his amusement did falter a little as she chewed him out for his dine-and-dash suggestion the 'holier-than-thou' attitude is strong with this one, Ricendithas thought to himself. That's funny...last I checked, no Dreg is decent. Acting like a criminal is all we're known for, isn't it? he retorted, taking a small sip of his own tea before continuing, a slight chill in his tone Besides, you said it best. I'm me, and you're you. I might be your bodyguard, but Im not some dress-up doll you can change to your whimsy. Not you or your limp-dicked Council. You would do best to remember that, little lady. Their conversation was interrupted, however, by a newcomer that Ric had no real idea who he was. But Stella seemed to know him personally, meaning he was likely another of the uppity higher-echelon snobs. He tried to hold back a snicker as Stella's sharp tongue got under the man's skin. Babysitter, eh? This girl was something else, alright. But then came something he wouldn't have expected in a million years. All he did was look to his right at the sound of the bubbly voice, and he found his face smothered by a pair of lovely dirty pillows. If this was who he thought it was... And he would find it to be the case as she pulled back, letting him see the cute baby face he'd remembered, framed by her long red curls which complimented her pale skin nicely. She'd certainly grown from the last time he saw her, in more ways than one. While not the skinniest nor the chubbiest girl in the world, her newfound curves perfectly accentuated the long lissome legs. And she was still sporting that enormous rack, which seemed almost cartoonish on her previously leaner body, and still stretched her top to near the point of bursting. But to top it off, her voice was different...Like it was missing something. Rowena? Is that really you? Haven't seen you in ages. he then said, turning a little to get a better look at her. Aye, it's me! Last time I saw you, you were still bound in chains and serving Periculosis a heap of trouble. How in the world did you of all people get out? Ric just grinned, Same way you did, Im betting. One of our glorious leaders needed protection for his dearest. So you're this guy's babysitter, I take it? Adrian's brow twitched, Hey, asshat. The name's Adrian Ellison, and she's not my babysitter. So who the hell are you? At this Rowena grabbed Adrian's shoulder, voice laced with ice That's enough, Adrian. Don't forget Daddy allowed some force to be used to keep you in line. Her eyes, gold with flecks of summer green scattered throughout the iris, glinted with a dangerous shine, And you know well as I do...I'm not afraid of getting rough. The young man wanted to protest, but quickly shut his mouth and just sat back down. Her tone turned more pleasant as she readdressed Ric, It's been too long, Ric. You and I had so much fun. Letting out another giggle, she then turned her attention to Stella calmly, stating Oh, but where are my manners. Who's the lovely lady accompanying you? The warlock snickered, Consider her my ball and chain. But no, this is Ellastaria Durante. Rowena let out a slight gasp of amusement and wonder, So you're with the prestigious Durante family. Just like you, always getting the best. She then held out a hand, saying Rowena Hallion. A pleasure to make your acquaintance. At this Frank came back with the potstickers and soup, stopping right behind Rowena. Pardon me, miss he then said politely, Rowena turning away to shoot daggers at the young man who seemed to pale and swallow a little in fright. Of course, dear. Apologies for being in the way. she then stated coolly, standing aside to allow him safe passage after setting it down, he gave a small bow and retreated rather quickly a look over his shoulder showed just how nervous he was. Stella always seemed to keep good company, so why she was with these people that looked like trouble on legs was beyond him. So, Ric...You try to get her in bed yet? the red-haired witch asked bluntly, forcing him to stop drinking his tea and look at her blankly. He then let out a slight chuckle, Sorry...Contract has a strict hands-off clause for her. And let's just say the terms aren't worth trying to break it for. Rowena gave a slight pout, Oh, that has to be a shame...Well, you should know I'm always available for you, Wolfswift...Or does Daddy not allow visitors?