[Rectified] Red Sky at Morning _
The assignment had been unusual, but not too far out of line. The Occupation members were supposed to be keeping an eye on each other, so assigning them to look out for other members in particular wasn’t too farfetched. Ada hadn’t been part of the meeting to decide the new regulations, but she was high enough to understand the thought process behind it, and why no one was immune.
The Administrator had found herself paired with one of the Elite, which sat with her just fine. She didn’t want a millstone around her neck; she had things to do, and dragging a useless partner along would’ve driven her to distraction. Drezdan had proved an adequate companion; even Ada had come to appreciate his presence. Negotiations were far easier with the Elite hovering near her shoulder, and while she’d never thanked him, there was the occasional nod and held eye contact that she considered adequate. She was less helpful with his functions, except for the intimidation lent to her by her rank - the Elite rarely needed her particular brand of manipulation. Still, she’d made herself useful on one or two occasions, and so she hoped his reports (because there were always reports) were good.
They’d been working together for a dozen millicycles now, and since they had to spend their downtime together and Ada refused to let him in her apartment (not that she planned to confine herself there, companion or no), she’d dragged him to a club. It was on the shadier side of town, but not where they’d stand out too much. Ada knew which places were like that; it was her job to know places like that.
“Dance with me,” she said sharply, looking up at him through rectified red eyes. Her tone wasn’t a request so much as an order, and she stood sharply, leaving her drink on the table and holding out a hand to her companion. She waited until he met her eyes before smiling coyly, as though this was normal flirtation.
