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[justasaleswoman]

[OOM: She wants to see you.]

It can be hard to judge by appearances, if all you can see is the surface.

Ever bitten into a chocolate only to find that cherry center is actually pure cayenne pepper?

Well, if the blonde with teased-to-here hair and the unbuttoned-to-there neckline and is a bimbo of a chocolate . . . there's a ruthless, cunning, evil bitch of a demon as the center.

So there's a woman in the bar tonight, in a red dress and cowboy boots, with a belt with silver and turquoise buckles, and a hell of a lot of cleavage.

She's been here a while, watching people come and go though brown eyes, drinking beer out of longneck bottles.

And waiting.

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[morethanprops]

Moist just finished a good job, Samuel Urquhart is apparently a good name for a banker and toast the woman in the red dress.

There might be witches and werewolves and other things in Milliways, but he's good at what he does.

[justasaleswoman]

Sam is just a lovely name for all sorts of things.

He gets a smile.

A very . . . come hither sort of smile.

[morethanprops]

That's never the sort of smile that he'll turn down, and he walks over, brushing some dust off his sleeves,

"Can I get you another drink?"

[justasaleswoman]

"Well, aren't you sweet?" she drawls.

(This is an outfit she picked up in Oklahoma.)

"Sure."

[morethanprops]

"I try to be. Any kind you like in particular?"

He loosens his tie as he leans towards her.

[justasaleswoman]

"Do I look all that picky, darlin'?"

Really, now. Does she?

[morethanprops]

"No, you look like you enjoy a good time. Two Winkle's Old Peculiar, Bar. I've found its rather hard to go wrong with this one,"

Or with him is what his smile promises.

[justasaleswoman]

"Well, we certainly wouldn't want to go wrong, would we, now?"

She pushes her blonde hair back behind one ear.

"What's your story?"

[morethanprops]

"Nothing that special, I just made a rather good deal today and I'm in the mood to celebrate. What about yourself?"

[cannotforget.livejournal.com]

Another moment or so and that's when Ruby comes through the door, twirling a dangerous sort of dagger in one hand.

She looks ... pleased.


And hey. There's a pretty girl who looks like she could use some company.

"Trying out a new look?"

[justasaleswoman]

"Apparently, my usual look is 'obvious.'

"She told me to change.

"So I wore this ridiculous thing for you.

"Hello, darling."

[cannotforget.livejournal.com]

Ruby makes herself at home. The dagger is appropriately sheathed and tucked away before she flags a waitrat down for a drink.

It's not like the alcohol affects her, but it's something to do.


"It's nice," she sweetly replies. "Different."

She doesn't say that it also doesn't make her look half as badass as she usually is.

"She talked to you?"

[justasaleswoman]

"Sent for me and everything.

"I had to walk away from a particularly ripe for the plucking little wannabe stock market wizard.

"So there any news worth blowing that deal and having to dress like I just want to be Miss Oklahoma?"

[cannotforget.livejournal.com]

"I don't know what she's expecting," Ruby says, shrugging.

She leans forward just a smidgeon. It wouldn't do for any loose ears to get in on their conversation, then report back to a certain Somebody.

(It doesn't take a genius to guess that Sam's probably got a bunch of friends here. He seems like the type. Amiable guy and all.)

(Not that she's going to be dropping any names, of course.)

"We talked," she continues. "I told him a couple of things and he believed me. Of course, why wouldn't he? It's not like I was lying."

[justasaleswoman]

Verity leans forward, too.

Just two pretty blondes, having a drink in each other's company, right?

"Hook, line, and sinker?"

[cannotforget.livejournal.com]

Exactly.



There's a slow, lazy smile.

"Oh, yeah."

Yep, she looks real pleased about that.

"We even swapped numbers and everything."

[justasaleswoman]

"Nice.

"Either of you made the booty call yet?"

What?

She's evil, not blind.

Sam is . . . well, just dishy.

[hadyougoing]

"I am soooo judging you right now."

[justasaleswoman]

Verity looks over at her.

"If that's what gets off, darlin', you knock yourself out."

[hadyougoing]

"You're gross," Ava says mildly.

She and her aspirin-laced cocoa regard her with placid attention from a nearby chair, but don't make any move to come closer.

Even dead, she likes to keep her survival skills sharp.

[justasaleswoman]

"Fabulous comeback. However did you think of it?"

[hadyougoing]

"I think that might be a meta-comeback you just threw at me there," Ava observes.

She learned that term from Andrew.

"Sorry, were you hoping for something like: Oh my God, you're even wearing red, you're like as subtle as a Bat Signal?"

[justasaleswoman]

"Subtle was hardly the goal. And frankly, I don't actually think about you, so . . . I kind of have no hopes where you're concerned.

"And I'd apologize for that, but I wouldn't mean it, so what would be the point?"

[hadyougoing]

If that were true, Ava would be-- frankly-- fairly relieved.

Unfortunately, believing demons when they say things is a proven bad idea.

"Well, if you did, I might not have to cry myself to sleep tonight."

She takes a sip of her cocoa.

Benignly.

[justasaleswoman]

Actually, Ava . . . that is true.

You lost.

You're dead.

You're irrelevant.

Verity really doesn't care about you.

"I'll pass anyway."