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Rinna preferred not to think of how many hours she’d lost that day waiting nestled in the darkened corners of the city for the dragoon to appear, passing the unremarkable hours divining the curling plumes of smoke from the ends of her cigarettes into prognostications of doom. As one does when one dies of boredom.
It occurred to her that it was most ironic that she lay in wait for a woman named for a spider. It was also an amusement that was quickly forgotten at her eventual sighting, replaced by a thousand and one brash and brazen thoughts that ensnared her concentration for the briefest of moments.
She’d decided forthwith that she liked her. She liked the way she held her head as she walked, with a provocative sort of insolence that was easily broken with a charming, ingenuous smile to bestow upon the constituents who followed obediently behind her like dogs. She decided she liked her gait: the purposefulness of it, the significance and intention of every step. She liked the way she moved: the concise and consequential way in which she committed every gesture within the intrigue of her graceful languor.
Rinna liked power. Rinna understood power.
Rinna was drawn to power.
But perhaps seeking the dragoon out in a bar was not the best-conceived plan Rinna had ever made. She’d intended to persuade her into collaboration with all the sophistry of a solicitor, but the din of the bar’s patrons and their inebriated gaiety made it difficult to do more than telegraph introductory pleasantries. Which Rinna did so, over coquettishly-curled shoulders and inelegant tumblers of rough spirits bought in her name, through downturned lashes and indulgent inclinations to gain her hearing, with lips poised too close to the shell of her ear.
Rinna had enjoyed herself past the point of an inebriation she would have liked, though she found she gained a certain temerity alongside it, an artificial audacity that endowed her with the fortitude to launch recklessly into her own advocacy: …heard you might need some help ….. turns out, I’m quite helpful …. hiccup…..
It was a circuitous, rambling petition. Certainly not her most concerted effort. So the dragoon’s question was unexpected, met with kohl-rimmed eyes cut suspiciously over her shoulder. Not that she was displeased. She’d sought the dragoon out with the intention of exactly that result. But even half-blotto she knew how utterly inarticulate she’d come across.
Maybe she was desperate. Maybe she was amused. Maybe Rinna had been just that charming (no).
Her mouth curled pleasantly at the question, the rim of her drink resting against her bottom lip as she attempted to dissemble the near-arrogant smile that stretched upon her lips. “I didn’t think I pleaded my case so well as for you to be amenable just yet,” Rinna admitted, setting her drink down pointedly, turning towards her, shoulders squared to meet her scrutiny. “But whatever confidence you have in my abilities, I’m happy to prove them. In any respect you mean for me to join you.”
