Tony tries to apologize, fails;Nina Myers tries to plant seeds of doubt;Asmodean talks music

[chelleuncurled]

Michelle comes downstairs and sits at the Bar.

She is not even close to happy.

She orders a mimosa, because that doesn't count as drinking in her mind.

It looks like she didn't sleep all that much last night, either;

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[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

Tony hovers somewhere near the bar. He is idly rubbing his hand, as it still hurts from the argument yesterday. He's positive Michelle doesn't want to speak to him.

[chelleuncurled]

Michelle takes a sip of her drink and doesn't look at him. She's still too ticked off.

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

However, aware as he is of her displeasure, Tony feels obligated to apologize for his behavior. Very slowly does he walk to the bar.

"Michelle?"

[chelleuncurled]

"Tony." She greets him in a cold tone. Now her mask is in place.

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

"Look, you don't have to be Miss Sunshine to me. I just wanted to apologize for what happened yesterday."

[chelleuncurled]

"Really, which part do you want to apologize for? The part where you violated the first rule of the bar, or the part where you thought I'd been unfaithful to you?"

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

He looks down. "I don't know, Michelle. If I can't apologize for both..."

[chelleuncurled]

She takes another sip. "I don't need an apology. I need an explanation."

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

"What do you need to know?"

[ms-myers.livejournal.com]

Hello, it's a Nina. And she's got a drink in hand, as usual.

"Here. It looks like you need this more than I do."

[chelleuncurled]

Michelle looks up to see someone who she hasn't seen alive in over a year. She knew she was in the bar but knowing and seeing are two different things.

For a moment she doesn't say anything. Nina Myers, traitor, killer, spy, the woman who broke her husband's heart was standing in front of her.

She holds up her drink, "Already have one."

[ms-myers.livejournal.com]

"A mimosa?" Nina arches an eyebrow, sliding onto the seat. "After your argument with Tony, I think you're going to need something a hell of a lot stronger than that."

[chelleuncurled]

Michelle's eyes widen and she unconciously moves away a little. "I don't know what you're talking about."

[ms-myers.livejournal.com]

"No, of course not." The drink gets set down on the bar, very lightly. "Shouting, screaming, tears... sure, that's not an argument. What was I thinking?"

[chelleuncurled]

"Nothing like that happened," Michelle says firmly. And that's true, the argument was much less emotional.

[ms-myers.livejournal.com]

Well, Mun didn't know that, so :p. "And you two often don't speak to each other and won't even look at each other, just because, for no reason at all?" Nina raises her eyebrows, giving Michelle that patented 'give-me-a-f'ing-break-here' look.

[chelleuncurled]

[ooc: mun should have read fight last night ;)]

"What do you know about my relationship, Nina?"

[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

Asmodean is nearby playing a gloomy melody on his harp.

(It is a ballad about love lost, isn't it?)

As he finishes the song, he turns and glances at Michelle.

"Afternoon, Lady Michelle."

The bard does not usually omit the 'good' from his greetings.

[chelleuncurled]

[ooc: This is just what Michelle needs, really.]

She knows better than to ignore him. "Hello, Mr. Natael."

[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Just completing the line-up of people that Michelle really, really didn't want to meet.]

Asmodean nodded calmly, but paused a touch of concern on his face.

"Is something the matter?"

The bard knew full well that something was the matter, and the look on her face gave him a pretty good idea about what it was. None of this shows on the bard's face, however.

[chelleuncurled]

"Everything is fine, Mr. Natael. I just didn't sleep very well last night."

She takes another sip of her drink and thinks that there's too much orange juice in it.

[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

Asmodean nodded calmly, but gave her a look. His dark eyes said that he knew she was lying. His voice and movements said nothing of the sort.

"I hope you rest better then."

He paused, and gestured gracefully to the harp.

"Would you care for some music?"

[chelleuncurled]

Because Michelle has not learned the lesson that his music is *evil* - she nods. "Okay."

[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

Asmodean nodded.

"Very well, then."

And he played the March of Death.

A grim, powerful piece that was not as much a funeral march, but rather an anti-wedding march. Everything that wedding meant: love, trust, commitment, respect, intimacy. This piece spoke of the opposite. The bard poured his despair, loneliness, hopelessness, hatred, and resentment into the music, as if trying to tear the audience asunder with it.

Truly sublime.

The bard glanced up at Michelle as he finished with a sigh.

[chelleuncurled]

Michelle finds herself blinking back tears. She takes a breath, searching for words and failing.

"That was very...powerful."