Nikita Vostrikova (trickylittlegun) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-05-25 11:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-07-14, nikita |
What does it matter to you when you got a job to do
Who: Garrick and Nikita
Where: Heme
When: Late evening
Pyotr had given Nikita several numbers of his favorite of men when she brought up the fact she needed someone to spy on the pesky fire elemental. The first number proved fruitless, for the prick never returned her message. The second, however, proved to be worth while, for now she was sitting in the VIP section Heme, waiting for a certain Garrick Evans to show up. Nikita wasn't too thrilled about meeting the man, seeing how he sounded so stern over the phone. Or maybe he always sounded like that, just like how how some people came off as spiteful bitches or something. Either way, he was supposedly good at what he did and if Pyotr trusted him enough to hand the number over to Nikita, of all people to hand a number over to, then he couldn't be that bad.
Sitting by the balcony, she ran a finger over the edge of her wine glass containing simple A+ blood. Nothing special, but only for show. She had no intentions of drinking from it, but it was better to buy something and take some interest in the pathetic bar than none at all. It was either that or conduct a shady deal in the alley way, and for a first time meet, Nikita preferred a more public setting, hence Heme. A couple of her grunts sat several tables away, all of them indulging a bit too much on air elemental wine. Awesome, now they were never going to shut up on the car ride home. Sighing slightly, she smoothed out her outfit for the twentieth time: a simple white dress shirt with a flowy black skirt, albeit shorter than normal, all topped off with black heels and jewelry. Nothing but the best for Nikita. She only hopped this Mr. Evans would hurry up so she didn't have to listen to such crap that people this day called music. "...filth..."