Post by Aeenmae Fontine on Feb 22, 2019 8:17:24 GMT
"I'm angry."
No shit. Mae nodded quietly, her mouth pressing into a thin pink line. She was tempted to say something, but Pretty Girl's face began to search hers, and that made Mae pause. She gave her head a little tilt, pulled her lips back into a little smile. Whether Pretty Girl's motions had anything to do with that, Mae could not tell. Pretty Girl's fingers were on her chin, and Mae's allowance of that gesture was ready and waiting. She pressed her lips back up, pulsing them only once before Pretty Girl pulled back. Mae carefully straightened, green spotlights searching the yard of Pretty Girl's face.
"I'm getting out of here. I doubt I'll be coming back."
Mae nodded, quietly relieved that aside from the clutch strapped to her wrist, she did not have any belongings to gather that might make her lag behind Pretty Girl's imminent departure. "Not the first place, or the shittiest place, I've been thrown out of," Mae casually admitted, kicking forward off the table and straightening her dress as if that would somehow straighten out her night.
It certainly won't straighten out your tastes
Mae internally gawked. Ani, was that a joke? Did you just make a joke‽ I'm so proud!
Business before you leave.
Mae paused at that, watching Pretty Girl start to walk away. She let her eyes follow where Anima was guiding her vision, landing on the glass Pretty Girl had quaffed after giving Walt his beating. Ahha, good catch. She flashed her Scroll, bringing up the camera and snapping a particularly angled picture of the glass, looked it over, and gave a satisfied nod before wiping the glass down with the napkin.
She did not wait for any sort of permission or acquiescence from Pretty Girl, falling into stride next to her and turning her back on the watching crowd. Her Aura was still up, and for now, she was content to leave it so; the way Pretty Girl had been looking tonight did not fill her with confidence that the next time she got close, Mae would not have to fend her off.
The night air was cool and fresh after the stifling air of the bar, and the change was a welcome one. It had barely been twenty minutes since Mae was last in it, but the time inside had stretched. Once outside the door, Mae suddenly rounded on Pretty Girl. She wore a smile, but her demeanor may as well have painted her a different person. Her hands folded into the creases of her elbows and shelved themselves under her beasts, and she popped her hip to one side. The toe of one of her boots crossed over, idly tapping its tip. The ditzy, air-headed haze in her eyes had been eradicated and replace with a sharp, inquisitive tone that looked as though it had demanded, and acquired, many answers. In truth, the look was more natural on her. The softness that had been in her eyes was alluring as bait, but the keen edge in them now fit their cut, sparkling visage much more snugly.
"Alright, Pretty Girl," she began, voice firm but with a note of humor. "Chapter two. Where we headed?" Despite Pretty Girl's display and Mae's damsel-in-distress role of the night, she stood firmly in the brunette's way, adamant on not losing her to the darkness of the streets. Mae's eyes were on her as much as they were on their environment—the object of her affection may have been hot, but Mae was not about to let her instincts go out the window just to stare at that ass for a few extra seconds. "Shame we lost Leon, but the night is young. Not going to let a creep ruin the entire night. I know these streets better than most all of the city officials and I have clearance"—she flashed finger quotes with a devilish smile—"so you name where you wanna go, and we're there."
A thought seemed to occur to her, and she quickly added, "And maybe give me a name to introduce you as, when we get there."
No shit. Mae nodded quietly, her mouth pressing into a thin pink line. She was tempted to say something, but Pretty Girl's face began to search hers, and that made Mae pause. She gave her head a little tilt, pulled her lips back into a little smile. Whether Pretty Girl's motions had anything to do with that, Mae could not tell. Pretty Girl's fingers were on her chin, and Mae's allowance of that gesture was ready and waiting. She pressed her lips back up, pulsing them only once before Pretty Girl pulled back. Mae carefully straightened, green spotlights searching the yard of Pretty Girl's face.
"I'm getting out of here. I doubt I'll be coming back."
Mae nodded, quietly relieved that aside from the clutch strapped to her wrist, she did not have any belongings to gather that might make her lag behind Pretty Girl's imminent departure. "Not the first place, or the shittiest place, I've been thrown out of," Mae casually admitted, kicking forward off the table and straightening her dress as if that would somehow straighten out her night.
It certainly won't straighten out your tastes
Mae internally gawked. Ani, was that a joke? Did you just make a joke‽ I'm so proud!
Business before you leave.
Mae paused at that, watching Pretty Girl start to walk away. She let her eyes follow where Anima was guiding her vision, landing on the glass Pretty Girl had quaffed after giving Walt his beating. Ahha, good catch. She flashed her Scroll, bringing up the camera and snapping a particularly angled picture of the glass, looked it over, and gave a satisfied nod before wiping the glass down with the napkin.
She did not wait for any sort of permission or acquiescence from Pretty Girl, falling into stride next to her and turning her back on the watching crowd. Her Aura was still up, and for now, she was content to leave it so; the way Pretty Girl had been looking tonight did not fill her with confidence that the next time she got close, Mae would not have to fend her off.
The night air was cool and fresh after the stifling air of the bar, and the change was a welcome one. It had barely been twenty minutes since Mae was last in it, but the time inside had stretched. Once outside the door, Mae suddenly rounded on Pretty Girl. She wore a smile, but her demeanor may as well have painted her a different person. Her hands folded into the creases of her elbows and shelved themselves under her beasts, and she popped her hip to one side. The toe of one of her boots crossed over, idly tapping its tip. The ditzy, air-headed haze in her eyes had been eradicated and replace with a sharp, inquisitive tone that looked as though it had demanded, and acquired, many answers. In truth, the look was more natural on her. The softness that had been in her eyes was alluring as bait, but the keen edge in them now fit their cut, sparkling visage much more snugly.
"Alright, Pretty Girl," she began, voice firm but with a note of humor. "Chapter two. Where we headed?" Despite Pretty Girl's display and Mae's damsel-in-distress role of the night, she stood firmly in the brunette's way, adamant on not losing her to the darkness of the streets. Mae's eyes were on her as much as they were on their environment—the object of her affection may have been hot, but Mae was not about to let her instincts go out the window just to stare at that ass for a few extra seconds. "Shame we lost Leon, but the night is young. Not going to let a creep ruin the entire night. I know these streets better than most all of the city officials and I have clearance"—she flashed finger quotes with a devilish smile—"so you name where you wanna go, and we're there."
A thought seemed to occur to her, and she quickly added, "And maybe give me a name to introduce you as, when we get there."