Rebekah Mikaelson (sheisjustagirl) wrote in badbloodrp, @ 2013-11-19 17:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | faith lehane, rebekah mikaelson |
Characters: Rebekah and Faith
Setting: Napoleon House
Summary: Rebekah wants to talk some business with Faith.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language
While her brother was off doing God knows what with probably Caroline, Rebekah was proud of herself. A few days ago she'd learned that a man she loved, Stefan Salvatore, had been killed and they'd just lost the Bennett witch. It was a devastating blow to say the least to the original family, but instead of drowning herself in alcohol and blues, Rebekah went proactive. She scoped out the network, checking all public and posts blocked from Marcel and his crew. She found one. A young woman named Faith had a bone to pick with Rebekah's former flame and Rebekah jumped on the opportunity for them to gain an ally instantly. Apparently, she was a friend of the vampire executed for Stefan's murder, but as much as Rebekah might have believed there was some justice in that, more than anything, she wanted Marcel gone. This woman had made it clear that she wanted the same thing Rebekah and her family did. She'd push aside her personal feelings on the matter to talk alliances and business with this woman in hopes of improving their bigger picture of ridding the city of Marcel and keeping Hayley safe from harm.
Since a good majority of the town was under Marcel's occupation, Rebekah had to be careful about where she chose to meet Faith. Part of her wanted the brunette to come to their home, but she wasn't sure how much Marcel knew about where they were staying or if he had their house being watched. They had to keep any recruiting quiet or premature war could lead to the death of their little merry band of rebels. Rousseau's Bar claimed neutrality, but since Sophia had worked there as a cook and recently been murdered herself, Rebekah decided to steer clear of any place that might make Marcel even remotely suspicious of their activities. Throwing threats around was normal, but having rendezvouses within places donning blood stain walls,figuratively, was much more dangerous and eye-brow raising. Rebekah had to find somewhere that was neutral and, had so far, remained out of the lime-light of the vampire and witch conflict. It didn't take her long to settle on the Napoleon House.
It was more so a place of elegance and art rather than a common place for chit-chat, but Rebekah couldn't afford to be picky in places and they did have a cafe and bar available for use. Besides, she'd seen a good majority of Marcel's crew and none of them looked the least bit interested in the arts. She doubted they have to worry too much about being overheard here. Still, Rebekah made sure to take precautions to limit the amount of suspicion. She found a table right in the middle of the cafe, made sure to make a big show of showing up, and took a seat to wait for her hopeful partner-in-crime. Rebekah wasn't sure what Faith preferred so she held off ordering anything more than a glass of bourbon for each of them and flipped through the menu. Rebekah didn't need human substance, but she was sure this young woman was human and she was planning on wining and dining her to the fullest. Good impressions and all. She wasn't sure if Faith had been to their "little" party earlier, but if she hadn't, Rebekah wanted to make sure she saw the power and wealth that the Original family held, even in a place where they were currently underdogs.
Rebekah pushed the button on her phone, illuminating the screen, and checked the time. Hopefully, she would show and not stand her up. Rebekah was rather temperamental about things involving betrayal and stabbing in the back. The waitress came back and Rebekah offered another smile, requesting herself another bourbon. Reaching out, she tentatively touched the young woman's wrist, a lock of their eyes and she ensured the two of them would get whatever they wanted, on the house, with no arguments, for the rest of the night. Smiling sweetly, Rebekah released her and leaned back in her chair. Hopefully, tonight would go well.