NEWS TRAVELS FAST WHEN EYES ARE WIDE AND TONGUES ARE LOOSE. gawking technicians like to talk.. they like to pass their rumors in a comical case of telephone until, what roman hears, is something disproportionate but enough to earn interest. abandon the cushy leather fold of a sofa that held him steady until that point. a pedestal for a title that's slung over a broad shoulder he tosses an order for his entourage to stay across. this meeting doesn't require shadows. none more than the one he casts against the fluorescents when he finds her. a blaze of reds and oranges and that fleck of blonde dark eyes follow towards their roots and the ever tight - lipped face of becky situated beneath.
" i gotta ask what the man is doing on the tribal chief's show ? " there's a distinct lack of bitterness, lips tempting the twitch of a grin he won't relent his hold on.. not yet. not while the night is young and there's time enough for it to turn sour. " could'a told me you were comin'.. might'a even made sure you were accommodated. " / @strngher