Re: [Quick-log: Eddie N/Svetlana K]
[She did not care about Jersey. It was behind, eh? Behind and she would build walls between Jersey and here. Here was safe and it was clean. It was teenagers on her couches and requests for the wifi password. It was air that smelled of nothing but green and she hated green. But green was not oily air thick with intrigue and she was good, eh? No intrigue. Just a feud with baker and baker was so useless it was not intrigue.
Her mouth quirked.] You have heard it more than once? [But the sly had wicked out humor in voice and the accent was comfortably thick Russian, so strong nobody except owner who was not present and the man in leather would know there was humor at all.]
Is strong. Baker is dead in water. [This with satisfaction: she liked conquests to know it was her. Knife at throat or balls or baker with no receipts in cash register. But it was not just baker. There were people in teahouse who were regulars at bar and old loyalties did not crumble even if you buried them under years.] Is success. I am success. [She leaned her chin into her palm and took a swallow of vodka that was almost demure.] How is shitty arcade?