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Of course Munkustrap did not see her right away and there for did not know that it was Griddlebone that had caused the weird storm that morning. He was too focused on mixing some Screaming Hudsons, {one and one-half ounces of Canadian Whisky, a half-ounce of Drambuie® Scotch Whisky and finally a half-ounce of Lemon Juice} to notice her arrival and nearly dropped the one he was mixing when she spoke. Munkus stared for a moment, Blinking a few times before speaking he finally got his mouth working "Griddlebone ? Is that you ? I mean really you ?" At her nod he sighed. "Great, want a Screaming Hudson ?"
She gave him a look that said 'seriously ?' And got right to the point, "Where's Mistoff ? I know he's here, Demter threatened me like she did to him." She said, giving the Silver Tabby a pointed look.
"And here I was hoping Tanto had gotten a little too much bubbly" Munkus muttered downing one of his own drinks. The only affect the drink had on him was that his wiskers curled into mini dreadlocks and a nervous tick started up in his nose. Mostly because he missed his mouth and the drink was overly fizzy.
"Evenin' barkeep,give me something alcoholic if there is no alcohol then surprise me!" He cried enthusiastically before a large metal fist found its way around to cuff his ear "Ow!,heey...its a party Tinman and no-one from Mezz is here,relax and dance the night away" He said as he turned to his metal companion,whom upon hearing Rick's words immediately shrugged,rolled its shoulders and wandered off to find a nice android who could waltz.
"Don't know, they did not say" the voice replied. He sighed, and hung up. Well, its better then not knowing at all. He decided he should probably go before he got too drunk, so when this assassin came after him, he would be ready.
Once Munkus had served the requested drink, he turned to Griddlebone and asked a simple question "If I told you where Misto is, what's in it for me ?"
"I'll let Demter short sheet your bed instead of my frying your tail to kingdom come." Griddlebone replied.
Munkus made a show of loosening his shirt collar. Yeah that was actually a good deal Hepicked up a piece of paper and wrote in Siamese, "When you get there tell him Deme sent you. Whatever you do, don't mention the spoons. Also don't get too close to the red pickup truck. Its a bit moody."
Griddlebone just looked at the Silver Tabby, he drove a pick up truck ? Since when ? He then handed over a key "If you need a place to stay the beds free, I sleep on the couch anyhow. Big RV, can't miss it, the only one on the block at that adress." He said. OK, this was just getting better and better. Great.
"What was that about my older sister ?" Griddlebone then asked Munkus, the Silver Tabby promptly shut his mouth and continued serving drinks.
A melody built in the Alfarsi ballroom, the orchestra stomping to the occasion with massive sound. As the music galloped up in scale, it filled the hall with anticipation and emotion. The music seemed to jump a key, repeating the rhythm before growing, falling, growing, falling. Then, the strings truly began, leading down as the song surged up.
Suddenly, a shift. The listeners were brought in from a storm of percussion and brass, into a romantic leading melody of string. Zosimos had returned, taking up a position in the corner to listen for now. He waited...And there it was. The strings rang through with their starting melody, falling into his favorite part. He gently waved a hand along with the music, accenting on every third. Nodding his head on the sharps, Zosimos felt himself observing the ballroom dancers as they began to assemble again.
She smiled sweetly. “And who might you be, handsome stranger?”
"Good evening," He grinned, gazing into the woman's face, "Timo."
She didn't ask how he knew her name- everybody in the Detente should have known her name by now, or else their ignorance would cost them dearly, like the vampire that still lingered slightly on her breath. But really gave her away as having recently fed on some unfortunate fledgling was the fact that she was brilliantly warm when Zosimos pulled her to him.
She quietly admired the chiseled features of his face and his strong, but cold grip. If he was into flirting with utter death, she'd allow him to bite her. Oh Timo, you're so easily swayed by a pretty face. She curled her fingers into his shoulders as they danced.
"What draws the infamous beauty from her keep?" He asked of Timo, still with that smile, moving in the circle around the room. Letting his eyes slip downward, Zosimos completely devoured Timo in an instant. A striking monster, like he. His eyes twinkled.
Timo purred as she was pulled back into his embrace, and she reached up to stroke her thumb across his jawline. She noted the wandering eyes and similarly her borrowed eyes also slipped downward to great reward. Bitch was thirsty now. Zosimos must have been using his charm on her. Not a tactic she was unfamiliar with, but one so rare that she knew he was playing with her.
Well, two could play this game.
She leaned in and bit at his earlobe, gently. To cause pain with her teeth was not the goal. However, the lightest flick of her 'tongue' against his flesh would bring that sharp pain, not unbearable, but a deadly reminder of just what kind of fire he was messing with.
“Oh you know,” she replied. “The company. The culture. I don't get to dress up very often in the RIP...”
Ohohoho. He quite liked Timo. She had spunk, flair, attitude. Style.
She was a convict, a stunner, an archaic, and a dangerous slice of jelly. His teeth poked over his lips in the slightest as the waltzed.
“A pity," He responded in an almost whisper, dipping her deep towards the floor on one hand. It was an extravagant ballroom move for an extravagant pair. "Speaking of company," He pulled her back up, staring deep into her eyes. Zosimos began to lead them in a circle, making his way towards the inner ring. Here dancers flounced and flourished, flinging eachother about with finesse. He twirled her out, twirled her in: Embrace.
"We should do business more often."
She made note of his fangs extended and returned the favor with a grin, showing off her own, needle-like fangs behind her borrowed teeth, still every bit a monster. They retracted as she chuckled at his offer, and carefully, she dipped her body against his, smoothing her hand along his thigh as she came back up.
“Well, I've got the time after this little soiree...”
Devil's play. His favorite.
He continued dancing, purposefully not answering her as the music had changed again. So he lead her on, in great loping movements with his eyes locked on hers. As the music was still, Zosimos drew Timo close.
"Do you now?"
The music picked up again, and he continued dancing along with his new arm candy.
"Would you care for a personal tour of the great Castle Vankoryth?"
“What could it hurt?” she answered.
The music finally ended and she was able to catch her breath and moved out of the circle to the side and adjusted her dress. “So, tell me more about yourself, Zosimos...” she began. “I'd like a better idea of who I am doing business with.”
"Have you ever met Casren Bistreo?" Zosimos inquired, straightening himself and popping off from the pillar with a snap of his fingers. Within moments, a waiter appeared with a tray of refreshments.
The waiter then moved over to the Thorn brothers, presenting more beverages.
He looked around the room, noticing the activity finally starting to die down. Reaching a hand to Timo, he offered to help her up.
"I can show why," The old vampire's eyes twinkled as he imagined rummaging though Casren's 'secret chest', showing the photograph he kept hidden there like he kept the woman it was of locked at the bottom of his heart. "At the Castle. Shall we?"
"We're going to need more wine, an entire fountain of it," She sneered and aimed a spindly finger, "Not the bloody kind! The kind the living drink."
Why they had to even bother catering to the nondead was beyond her. They were a minority in this town. Better off that way if you asked Daemala, which nobody ever did, for the simple reason that not many in Verinotte Hollow seemed to share her opinions.
"This entire room should be hung with millennial pink," Daemala waved towards the golden hangings with disgust. So three years ago! How much more time did they have?
"Mere weeks until the ball, people, let's get it together!"
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