[Sodium_noir] Hell is Other People

[SN Storyteller]

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."

Ash nodded in agreement. 
 
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.
 
At that very moment, the tall handsome Toreador primogen reappeared. Opening the door and breezing in with a stunning young lady on his arm. Ashlar stood up, but motioned for Lady gaspare to remain seated. 

"Mr Buford!" the young looking toreador said under his breath. "Perhaps now might be time to ... I mean, no offence, the .." he subtly waved his fingers in front of his face and gave Buford 'a look'. "I'm not entirely sure how aware this lady is of our ... the Masquerade and all that!""

Ettienne could only truly be described as breezing when he entered a room because the vampire had spent most of his unlife perfecting the art of dissconection. he barely touched the floor, barely stayed long enough for the punchlibne, barely looked at you, barely seemed to pay attention. But Buford knew the act, something gave away the faux flippancy. He flitted around the room leasding Sugar with him, playing what the Nosferatuy assumed was some role for the human. 

Ashlar gave names even before they came close enough to see each other, Sugar Kane it was. He then sat again and took a tight grip on his own date, patting her arm and looking into her eyes.

"Why yes," Ettienne sang in something between a french and a Highland accent. "Buford, I would love to introduce to you miss Sugar Kane. The next big thing!"


[A Tag and a Song]


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