forget lady marmalade.. [Jay/Open] *MATURE*

[mordekai]

"He can want whatever, but he won't get it.."

Like a kit with its tail tugged the vamp went on the defensive. Couldn't blame her really, La Mort knew what it was like to feel completely helpless at the hands of vicious beings when all you wanted to do was kill each and every one of them, slowly.

Neither she nor Eugene were the types to question anyone who sought sanctuary behind Elefang's doors. Discretion was key when dealing with some of the more temperamental bunch, and with the same voice she used to cut them down to size Morty could just as easily drizzle on the sugar. So it was interesting to have her harmless remark returned with an odd sort of tension.

In all honesty the tease was aimed at the wolfling's eagerness. But for the blood-drinker to immediately take it upon herself as an offending remark said more than hours of therapy ever could.
A sore spot perhaps?
Interesting...

"It was a momentary lapse. A warm touch to an undead such as myself is like heroin. The same as it would be if you were to put your skin alongside mine."

"Mmhm."
She says simply in a tone of acknowledgment, rolling the cigar between her teeth as she absently pulled out a card half way before pushing it back in at the last moment.

"My lover is coming to join me here in New Orleans as soon as possible because of ... Work commitments."

The shuffling stops.
Granite blues flicked up from the deck, staring into the mid-distance for just a few moments as she processed certain things and shifted the thoughts around in her head ,rearranging certain preconceptions and ideas, like a giant puzzle.
Then it was back to slowly toying with the pack.
"I see."

Oh the audacity!
This human, this mortal, this creature with no special powers whatsoever ,was treating a vampire with all nonchalant nature of a bored feline. And for someone with the knowledge that she could just as easily be thrown hard against the wall as a paper cup, she didn't seem to care much...

"Read your cards, and they will tell you I will not touch him outside of Elefang,"

In the face of an oncoming tantrum by the vampette, the human doesn't even flinch at the verbal lash, instead she peeks at her chosen card and feels a smirk creeping on as she looks it over.

"La Amant. It's such a fickle ting, disappearin and then comin back, disappearin and comin back again. You never wanna see it ever again even when you searchin for it..."
The card is slipped back in the deck, then carefully secreted into a pocket. Pushing herself off the pillar she oozes on past the smoking vampette, barely brushing her from behind as she walked with a gentle bump-bump of her hips from side to side. Typical Bayou Queen walk.

"You like beignets cher?"

[cherry]

``ELIOlillithCASER«

SHE'S A DWELLING PLACE FOR DEMONS,
she's a cage for every unclean spirit, every filthy bird.

The lack of fight within Mordy's voice made Elio uneasy. People who did not rise to angry words unnerved her; it scared her as to what they could be cooking up inside their minds. A soft growl left her lips, but it was more out of not knowing what to do than as a warning or threat. The mortal brushed passed her, and for a moment Elio's senses were in turmoil. The beat of her heart, the rush of her pulse, and that delectable scent that only mortal blood could have. She swallowed softly. Still a fledgling, her instincts were hard to control, but she managed it.

"I've never had beignets. I have no need to eat," came her reply. A slight pause. "Well. What did your silly little cards tell you?" Her tone was cold, but there was a soft curiousity laced within the words. She believed in tarot cards and the powers they had to predict the future to an extent, but she also believed that the future could be changed by the willpower of the mind. Her mind reeled; she knew Mordy had spoken words to her in French, but Elio knew only two languages: English and bad English. She knew, however, that there was a card within the deck which she did not want to see. The Lovers. Of course, it could mean her and Lukas if it was pulled from the deck but.. The chances were it would not.

Her eyes watched Mordy carefully. She decided to change the subject, incase it was indeed that card which had been drawn. She took another drag and threw the spent cigarette onto the pavement. Her hand came up to tuck an escaped curl from her viewline.

"What cut does Elefang want out of the money from tonight?"

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[mordekai]

The vampette was miffed.
Maybe even a bit confused by Morty's odd ways, like all the newbloods that first come face to face with the Mink herself. Wary, unsure and even somewhat unsettled as the citizens of the Jungle were of Tabaqui the jackal and his strange madness. But in time her constant presence and sudden appearances around the Elefang brewed familiarity and even something that looked friendly-shaped.

This one might take a while.

"I've never had beignets. I have no need to eat. Well. What did your silly little cards tell you?"

Mordekai took a deep breath of fragrant smoke before tipping her head back a little, just barely looking at the vampette over her shoulder, a small smoky smile offered.
"You find yourself a night when ye don't mind chewin on a someting other than necks, and I'll tell you what da silly cards say, oui?"

Call it an invitation of her own, or even just a form orientation.
The Mink won't say anything for now, at least not until the right time came for them to converse on an entirely different level from this impromptu start. Why she felt like she wanted to up the ante with this particular vampette, she'll never know. Must be in the stars or something.

"So young cher, mon petit Pole kitten..." she whispered, slowly turning back to slink behind the vampire again, the tip of her fingers just grazing lightly against the back of a cold wrist, feeling little sparks like gentle static traveling back up her hand and down her spine. It was dangerous to toy with such things, but Mordekai was sure in where stood with the Elefang crew, without being too overly brazen of course.
She was not only young before her death, she was still too young now.
"You still smell of earth and the soil lingers under your nails. Ah but he wanted you this way didn't he... It's how it always is."

A sharp turn of the heel and she's facing the fledge with her arms loosely folded.
"Elio, non?"
An exhalation of sweet smoke as she tilted her head in curious observation.
"You have someting to ask of La Mort."

"What cut does Elefang want out of the money from tonight?"

A little quirk of the lip and she shakes her head slowly.
"The Elefang doesn't take what you earn cher... The Johns they pay even before they sit down. And they give so much to us, in cash, tips... etcetra..."
At that she pulls out a ring from her pocket, a gold band studded with a single diamond in the center. Slipped upon her finger it looked far too big for her and yet she still held her hand out as if to admire it.
"Ah mon dieu. Don't know why these Johns try to hide their wedding vows. Nobody here cares if dey be single or not."

Some more seconds of just watching the small flecks of glitter in the stone before she snaps her gaze back up at Elio, as if just noticing she had company.

"The money from your spider web, she is yours cher."