Most of the time Aella forgot she was even in a relationship, and was mostly okay with that. It wasn't like she had anything to convince her otherwise, and her so-called boyfriend was just as often out with whatever he picked up off the streets that night. Two could play at that game, and she didn't make it a secret that she found her own fun while he was preoccupied. It maintained a consistent tension between them that had the tendency to explode into violence, and not always so easily contained.
Tonight was liable to go the same, ending in a short-lived shouting match that concluded with someone being thrown across the room or through a table. But neither of them learned, and the cycle continued. Or maybe there was some kind of twisted love there. She wasn't keen on thinking too hard about it.
For now they played the part of a happy couple, the roar of engines carrying them down the street before their bikes came to a stop outside some other hole in the wall bar that was a dime a dozen around this part of the city. Stepping off her bike, she took his hand and then tangled her fingers in his long brown hair, pulling him in for a rough kiss that lasted just a few moments too long. They walked into the bar hand-in-hand, and anyone that looked their way quickly changed their mind by the way Merridius stared them down.
Claiming a back table for themselves, she leaned back in her chair and took her first cursory glance at their options for the night. "Like I said, he didn't tell me what kind of 'payback' coming our way if we find anything, but he's Ventrue. Not like they're good for much besides money and maybe some strings pulled. But I don't trust him." She paused as she lit a cigarette, inhaling as she pocketed her lighter and exhaling before she continued speaking, "Best case scenario we get a few hundred out of it, worst case he's a lying piece of shit. Don't see much of a reason to think this'll work out for us."
The conversation she'd had with Elias had lingered in her mind ever since she left that night, and she still hadn't decided how she felt about it. It wasn't like they had much to lose by figuring out where the Prince went. Whether they wanted the throne or not, it helped to know what you were up against, especially when your clan wasn't on the good side of any of the Camarilla bullshit. He knew they'd be backed into that corner anyway, and decided to take advantage of it. She'd call it smart if he didn't piss her off so much. Fucking Ventrue.
"Damned if you do, damned if you don't. Not like we got much to lose anyway." A pause. "Been awhile I had someone older anyway." And there it was, back to normal.
Tonight was liable to go the same, ending in a short-lived shouting match that concluded with someone being thrown across the room or through a table. But neither of them learned, and the cycle continued. Or maybe there was some kind of twisted love there. She wasn't keen on thinking too hard about it.
For now they played the part of a happy couple, the roar of engines carrying them down the street before their bikes came to a stop outside some other hole in the wall bar that was a dime a dozen around this part of the city. Stepping off her bike, she took his hand and then tangled her fingers in his long brown hair, pulling him in for a rough kiss that lasted just a few moments too long. They walked into the bar hand-in-hand, and anyone that looked their way quickly changed their mind by the way Merridius stared them down.
Claiming a back table for themselves, she leaned back in her chair and took her first cursory glance at their options for the night. "Like I said, he didn't tell me what kind of 'payback' coming our way if we find anything, but he's Ventrue. Not like they're good for much besides money and maybe some strings pulled. But I don't trust him." She paused as she lit a cigarette, inhaling as she pocketed her lighter and exhaling before she continued speaking, "Best case scenario we get a few hundred out of it, worst case he's a lying piece of shit. Don't see much of a reason to think this'll work out for us."
The conversation she'd had with Elias had lingered in her mind ever since she left that night, and she still hadn't decided how she felt about it. It wasn't like they had much to lose by figuring out where the Prince went. Whether they wanted the throne or not, it helped to know what you were up against, especially when your clan wasn't on the good side of any of the Camarilla bullshit. He knew they'd be backed into that corner anyway, and decided to take advantage of it. She'd call it smart if he didn't piss her off so much. Fucking Ventrue.
"Damned if you do, damned if you don't. Not like we got much to lose anyway." A pause. "Been awhile I had someone older anyway." And there it was, back to normal.
