Who: Star and Nicolas When: After this Where: The billiard room, to start What: Star shoves a pool cue up his ass Rating: PG-13 for violence and language Status: Incomplete
Star knew that it would take her a while to find Nicolas. After all, she knew next to nothing about the man, other than the fact that she wanted to knock his head off his shoulders with a tire iron. So, after leaving Atti in a nervous wreck, the first place she went was the infirmary. There were records there, complete with pictures for identification purposes, and that was all she needed to be able to track this prat down.
Once she knew who she was looking for, Star started tearing the manor house apart, asking anyone she ran into where she could find Nicolas. The vault was a dead end, some underling insisting that he hadn't seen him, looking terrified as Star growled at him for information. He wasn't in the gallery, or the library, both of which were viable places to look for the workaholic jackass that treated everyone around him like complete shit.
Finally, breezing past the billiard room (because why would he be in there?) Star caught sight of her quarry. Her well-dressed, posh-looking prey, enjoying himself, by himself, with a solo game of pool. She stood at the door, a grin on her face, watching his back as he took a shot. A room full of sturdy sticks. Stupid prat. Not that she'd use them, oh no. Instead, she waited until he stood up, and noticed her standing there.
Then, dressed in her mid-drift tank top with a sarong wrapped around her waist, Star moved on bare feet toward him, floating like something graceful, out of a dream. Because throwing him off guard was a wonderful thing. Then, when she was close enough, Star's fist snapped back, and then forward again, catching him square in the mouth, with all the force in her thin, but very strong frame. She'd dropped bigger men with less effort, and didn't hold back at all on Nicolas, that was for sure.