For fuck's sake, were they going to flirt all night?
Vaughn pulled a long swig from her wine, figuring she was in for the long haul. It was a little early to leave and remain polite. Her mission was clear; smile, eat, do the chacha should the need call for it. If all was successful, she would then head back to down to Kane's, where she could plot murder in peace.
When Ella turned the microscopic lens onto Vaughn, she blinked. Pale eyes swung like a scythe toward Ed, awaiting his hypothesis with a high skew of eyebrows. Her bad list at Bellum was filling rapidly, so he should choose his words wisely.
As it was, his statement might have had her narrowing her eyes on any other occasion. In a what the hell is that supposed to mean kind of fashion. But his grin seemed to erase any harsh sentiment Vaughn might have originally taken on. "I see what you mean, Ella. Quite the charmer."
Twisting the stem of her glass, Vaughn smiled at Ed's suggestion that she dissect Ella. It was something Vaughn couldn't imagine being comfortable. In fact, she'd probably pay good money not to hear what most people's impressions of her were on a daily basis. "You really shouldn't pit sisters against one another."