Re: [Clubbing: The Triplets]
Nel was leaving, and Lear gave her only a slight pout as she reached over to take his newly-lit cigarette. She stood in her flawless white, above both men, and Lear looked up at her with much more obvious interest than the latent pique he showed the dancer. The kiss on the cheek was interrupted when it came to Lear, because he turned his head to catch his sister's lips with his own. He smiled easily when she then disengaged, paid Maria, and left Fen and him to their devices.
"Hm," was all he said when Fen said Nel's feeding was cleaner. There was no doubt about that, but she was supping on something different than viscera and blood. It made him wonder, in an abstract way, like the whorl of smoke that left his lips, amorphous and not truly tangible, if she was a worse monster than either of them. He didn't seek an answer. He took the cigarette back when it was handed over and took a drag from the damp end.
Lear looked at Fen, understanding the question as it was posed in expression. He squinted as he turned his gaze back to Maria. He beckoned her with a crooked finger. As she stepped down from her pedestal on tottering heels, he stood, using Fen's shoulder to leverage himself to his feet. He whispered to the girl, who, still dazed, smiled at him. Lear pulled out his wallet as he dipped at the waist in front of Fen. He pressed a bill to his brother's broad chest. "Get a drink or buy a fuck, why don't you?" He gave the other man's cheek a playful, light slap and kissed him on the jaw. Maria reached for Lear's hand and he let her take it, straightening up to his full height again. He was going to memorize every inch of her, better to recreate it later. He smiled as he was pulled away from Fen. He pointed at him one last time. "If you're here when I come back, I'm making you do a line with me. Maybe two."