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The room was smokey, which did nothing good for Rook's asthma. Now there was a damnable thing she had carried from childhood into the adult word. Her eyes positively watered with the acrid stench of blue smoke filling an unventilated room.
The others, the Henge girls with their strange, long burning sticks that smelt faintly of incense, and Volkof, with a fat celebratory cigar in her mouth, didn't seem to mind it.
The Henge laughed with their faces behind their colourful fans. They were grouped tightly together, sitting on a king size matress as if it was their own private island. Glittering black eyes appeared occasionally over the top of their fans, elusive as always with their true features. Volkof sat splayed on her usual arm chair.
It seemed, with the trade between the Chief and Volkof finally sealed, Volkof had sunk into a week of indulgences. She smoked, drank, and made merry with her permanent entourage of Henge at her side.
"Rook? Where's your glass?" Volkof demanded, snapping her subordinate out of her reverie.
"No glass." Rook said, offering a brief but awkward shrug. The way she was feeling now, if she started drinking, it would carry long into the afternoon.
"Come now, Rook! Today is a fine day for celebrating!" Volkof, all heels and exaggerated make-up, made an attempt to pour Rook a glass of wine, and sloshed liquid from her own glass over the carpet.
"Whoops!" Rook frowned, rushed to her aid, finding the display faintly disturbing. Her boss was almost never like this. Never took the willing opportunity to usurp control, even in calculated displays. Maybe the Henge were having an effect on her.
Rook poured herself a glass with a sober hand, just to appease Volkof, to stop her from making any more embarrassing moves.
"There now." Volkof raised her own empty glass, oblivious to the contents having spilt, urging the Henge to do the same. The Henge silently lifted their glasses.
"Come here, O' Lizard of the Nile. Drink this down, to the health of your absent friends, and to the sucess of our careers!" Rook grunted, complying.
When Volkof looked away, amused with something one of the Henge had done, Rook found herself sweeping her sleeve over her face. Absent friends.
The others, the Henge girls with their strange, long burning sticks that smelt faintly of incense, and Volkof, with a fat celebratory cigar in her mouth, didn't seem to mind it.
The Henge laughed with their faces behind their colourful fans. They were grouped tightly together, sitting on a king size matress as if it was their own private island. Glittering black eyes appeared occasionally over the top of their fans, elusive as always with their true features. Volkof sat splayed on her usual arm chair.
It seemed, with the trade between the Chief and Volkof finally sealed, Volkof had sunk into a week of indulgences. She smoked, drank, and made merry with her permanent entourage of Henge at her side.
"Rook? Where's your glass?" Volkof demanded, snapping her subordinate out of her reverie.
"No glass." Rook said, offering a brief but awkward shrug. The way she was feeling now, if she started drinking, it would carry long into the afternoon.
"Come now, Rook! Today is a fine day for celebrating!" Volkof, all heels and exaggerated make-up, made an attempt to pour Rook a glass of wine, and sloshed liquid from her own glass over the carpet.
"Whoops!" Rook frowned, rushed to her aid, finding the display faintly disturbing. Her boss was almost never like this. Never took the willing opportunity to usurp control, even in calculated displays. Maybe the Henge were having an effect on her.
Rook poured herself a glass with a sober hand, just to appease Volkof, to stop her from making any more embarrassing moves.
"There now." Volkof raised her own empty glass, oblivious to the contents having spilt, urging the Henge to do the same. The Henge silently lifted their glasses.
"Come here, O' Lizard of the Nile. Drink this down, to the health of your absent friends, and to the sucess of our careers!" Rook grunted, complying.
When Volkof looked away, amused with something one of the Henge had done, Rook found herself sweeping her sleeve over her face. Absent friends.
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