Vacillation (Bingo Date Winner)
It seemed her assigned date for the Wall Market’s avlentine event dipped on her. Perhaps it was her scary demeanor? Or maybe it was something about her appearance, such as her rust colored hair or the suit? In her line of work, she knew someone always did not like something about her. She gave a nearly imperceptible smirk. That could be used to her benefit, be it to keep people from bothering her or for intimidation purposes. Pity she could not fathom her ex-date’s reasons or learn anything about them. What a waste of time.
She heaved a soft, disappointed sigh. The host running the event gave her an apologetic shrug and smile, before slipping another card to her. Apparently, someone else had their partner dip on them too. He slid her a new matching card across the bar counter and a cocktail of gin with lemon and lavender garnishing the top in purples and yellows. The cocktail was partly an apology for not having things work out. Interesting strategy. She tasted the florals with the sweeter fruit. It wasn’t bad.
Eyes skimmed over the card to see who was next up in this dating game. Love games were meant to be used as stepping stools to an end goal. A Turk was not meant to love, and it usually ended in tragedy. She could think of many examples of this with Rude, Tseng, Veld, Vincent, and many more. No. She was a monster and monsters are not allowed to know love.
Ah. Yes. The table number… One.
She shook her head and ran a hand through her copper locks to push them out of her face. She glared at the clear liquid in her glass for a second, blaming its effects for certain thoughts.
She shouldn’t keep her lucky chosen waiting. She pocketed the card and slid the glass off the table. She lightly hopped off the bar stool and began to wade through the pool of people with an odd grace for a small person. She cast her eyes at the table, and she felt a cold shock. She tried not to show it as she approached. It was not hard for her memories to return seeing the mess of azure hair and crimson eyes.
She had worked with him on occasion. But that was the past.
She leaned down to set her glass on the table. “Rikelus?” She studied him a little more seeing he was indeed before her. Weird to find the man here. Much less a Soldier in Turk turf. She swore up and down not to date a SOLDIER. Emotional and temperamental science projects – though necessary to the function of the Shinra company. Or perhaps she was simply bitter on how Heidegger praised the SOLDIERs as superior as he tried to purposefully kill the Turks to prove his point. Perhaps tonight, she would be able to tell.
She swallowed the bitter thought and instead wore a friendly smile. “My apologies. This was the last place I thought to see you. Looking for a little company, I suppose?” Cissnei began her pleasant prodding for his motives. She shifted her lithe body so that she could slide in on the bench across from him.
@rikelusshinra
