When a pair of devils reunite:
C'kayah Polaali walked past the bar, trying to decide if he wanted wine laced with brandy, or just brandy. He caught a glimpse of dark hair and golden eyes as he passed. He stopped. Turned. It couldn't be… Thal's Balls, it couldn't be… He moved closer, as if drawn. "Vi of the Vipers," he purred, a hint of a smirk on his lips. "Out of all the gin joints…"
L'vi Lyrre had spotted him a few moments prior, waiting with the impatient cadence of that tell tale 'tap tap tap' on the bell of her wine glass, her long, claw like nails announcing that particular tone of impatience. Ah, but he had taken the hook, swallowed it whole, and now approached. She smiled, or rather, made an approving sound into her glass as she took another sip - Thavnarian red, of course "C'Kaya…" She grinned, that sharp smile claiming the corners of her mouth "I'd say it's been too long, but that, my darrrrling, would be an understatement." Smooth and warm as always, Vi of Viper, Daughter of Lyrre, once a mainstay in these parts, sat perched like the lovely cat who swallowed the canary.