[Sodium_noir] Hell is Other People

[Josh]

Buford, Ashlar, Gaspare
  Three vampires
  The Conservatory of the Sinclair Mansion
   
  After the laughing jag passed, he seemed to sink into the shadows falling across his chair, steepling his fingers beneath his chin with a strange (and somehow unnaturally disturbing) little smile on his lips.  "I think we're both right.  Tempt a dog out with a bit of meat, then see if he's agreeable to petting.  If no one can lure a pup away from his post, then we'll know that they're more afraid of getting swatted than filling their bellies, which may tell us more."
   
  Buford, Ashlar, and Lady Gaspare continued with more pleasant topics, passing the time not as cursed immortals, but new friends who got to tell their best stories to each other for the first time.  During a brief lull in the conversation, Buford absently took out his pocket watch and flipped it open.  Glancing quickly at the face, he noted the time and returned it to its home in his vest.  St. Clair would arrive in due time, but Buford would rather spend the day in his own bed rather than one of his safe houses if the party ran late.
   
[A Tag and a Song]
       
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