Arrival || Nico & Gianna
Attaining a warehouse in the next town over had been a good move, Gianna didn’t want to make her presence aware until she wanted it to be known. She stood at the edge of the dock doors, arms crossed over her torso as she watched them load the truck. Palette after palette loaded into the medium sized box truck, the men around her working diligently to get this ‘order’ ready for delivery. Citrine had caught wind of Mr. Levine’s entrance into Spiritvale’s drug trade, and insisted on a little welcome back gift. Gianna wanted to be the one to deliver it.
The last palette loaded, and the door on the truck closed. Gianna stepped forward, hands falling to clasp in front of her while her lips tugged into a wicked smirk. “Good job, boys. Looks like someone is getting their Christmas present a little early this year.” She chuckled. The idea of Axel’s face when she dropped these off….oh man, the idea filled her with pure joy. The lookafter should she have to remind him how Citrine worked would be even better, but Axel was a smart man, she knew a reminder wasn’t needed.
With the truck safely hidden away until the time was right to drop the shipment, Gianna had made the choice to finally step foot into the sleepy little tourist trap she had been sent to. At least it had a decent night club, where she could surely find a little entertainment for the night before she actually got to work. As she sat at the bar, martini glass held in her perfectly manicured hands, she let her eyes scan the room. One thing she noticed was the lack of talk about said drug ring. What good drug dealer doesn’t supply the local night club? This should have been stop one. Gianna let her little critiques go and put her drink down. Long painted nails tapping against the black marble of the bar as she remained in her spot.
Nico’s past was not one that many questioned. It had been clear from the start that the large wolf had not always been a primary school teacher, but what he had been had never been asked, nor would the question ever be answered. Retired was the only answer the people in this town would get. That included the likes of Axel and Rayne. There was one town, only one, that knew his past and even she only knew what she had been part of. Five hundred years at behind Nico, that was a lot of past and he was content to keep it behind him.
The scent though, he caught the scent on his way home from Cyrus’ gym and a strange growl escaped his lips. He was instantly on edge, eyes darting around to locate where the scent was coming from. It wasn’t simply that it was the scent of a bastet but it was the fact that it was a scent of a bastet in Citrine’s pride. What was she doing in this town? He wasn’t territorial, just confused. He had retired on good terms and walked away from the organization. For a moment he wondered if he was the reason they were there. It was an easy conclusion to jump to despite the fact that there were other bastets in town.
With purpose Nico sniffed out the scent, finding that it led to Afterlife. An interesting stop for a cat. Not a place many beyond the vampires and humans of the club frequented. He paid the cover, the bouncer at the door giving him a nod and a pass. They’d gone head to head a few times in Rayne’s ring. She was easy to find from there. The blood and death did nothing to mask her singular scent.
“It is a curious thing,” he said sliding into the seat beside her, “when the life you have and the one you had, diverge at a single intersection.” He raised a finger to the bar back and requested a few shots of vodka before eyes dark eyes slid over to meet the woman to his left. “Good evening Gianna.”
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