OPEN | prompt one | RAIN

[wrens]

prompt one | R A I N I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain - and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light. I have looked down the saddest city lane.

 

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[extortion]

[ It's a moment, that's all she gets, but it's all that Kookaburra wants, really. She doesn't need Felix Laurens' eyes to tell her what she (and a handful of carefully chosen higher-ups) already know. And the point isn't to be reminded, the point is the acknowledgment that comes with it. However brief (like a carrot on the end of a stick), it's there and that's more than enough to get her to hum like a cat purring with its mouth around a canary.

Once (just the once) she'd thought to try and trick Felix into bed with her, try to connive something out of him like so many of the others that came and went (mostly went). But then she'd met the man who'd been so long merely a name whispered in back rooms. She'd met him and in meeting him, realized there were some men who were good for more than just a night out and a few laughs. A man, if he wanted to be, could be driven and inspiring.

So that's what Kookaburra is now, with Felix's help; she's inspired. ]

It might not be anything new, [ she says, her fingers reaching to toy with the dangle of one her earrings. ] But you have it admit, it's rather good.

[backstreets]

[The hand at her earring is meant to attract his gaze there, look at the shape of her neck, her hair. Felix knows how it works, and it's not often he lets it work on him. If he likes a woman, he likes her with little preening (or talking, usually), and he likes her gone again as soon as he's done with her. Kookaburra isn't his type, as pretty as she is. Which is just as well, considering how useful she's turned out to be.]

You know what to do with it, I'll give you that.

[The waitress is back, delivering him a new drink, quicker than anyone else in the club is being served. There are perks to being Felix Laurens; there are perks to working for Felix Laurens. He wonders whose money paid for those pretty earrings, but if she earns it, he doesn't question what she'll do with it. The dress is a different matter.]

Don't worry. [He lifts the glass with half a smile, taking a sip.] I'll make sure it suits.