[ With that, Jingyi drops the chat. She leaves the precise location of the many small bars along the casino floor, picking the most lavish one of the choices.
By the time of their agreed-upon meeting, Jingyi is already in the casino floor trying her luck on some games. She looks at the bar to see if John is there, remembering him solely from the photo on his profile and her senses radiating throughout the casino floor, allowing her to feel the presence of a cosmic being entering.
Whether he goes straight to the bar itself or takes his time to roam the floor, Jingyi will suddenly appear next to him. ]
There you are. In the flesh.
[ She chose her words deliberately, quietly referring to his nature underneath that mortal coil. Jingyi speaks while looking ahead of her, watching the luxurious spectacle around them rather than focusing on him. She fits the atmosphere, wearing a simple yet luxurious combination of a white button-up shirt and a pencil skirt. ]
[ Jingyi looks at him for a moment, settling herself on the barstool and facing the wall of colorful drinks on the shelf. Her eyes shift to the side to look at him, eventually answering him without any more fluff ]
Your kind and I have been at war in my world. This war, my purpose and reason for being, is why I do not trust you.
[ Bluntly put, Jingyi gives him more of her attention at the uttering of those last few words. Yet, she's here being civil with him and inviting him over for a drink, an enemy of her people, so she is probably giving him the benefit of the doubt. She orders the bartender with a gesture, "Two drinks. One for myself and my... friend, here" ]
[ Probably harsher than he's been about anyone or anything since he got here. There aren't many triggers he has but that rubs up on one of them. ]
But I understand wariness. I'd never call myself something 'safe'. But I have no reason to fuck with you here. In the sense of being an asshole, I mean. So I'm not going to.
[ And he'll dip his head to the bartender. Whatever she orders is fine. ]
[ Jingyi notices his frustration, keeping her keen gaze fixed on him. Unmoved, yet cautious, Jingyi thinks of what to say after considering his words. She orders some vodka in tall, chilled tumbler glasses with nothing added to it. She wants nothing else that would mute the violent burn from the drink.
She returns her attention back to him, chin resting on her hand. ]
If you can keep your promise of peace, then I will not raise my hand on you.
[ That said, she will keep an eye on him, and her revelation to him that she's fought others like him in the past should serve as her way of warning him to behave. Expect her to show up in his life from time to time, which could be annoying, but also more chances to prove her wrong.
Their drinks arrive just as she said her piece, taking one of them to raise her hand for a toast. ]
[ A slight huff, but it's the sort one gives when they are a grumpy individual in general, not like he actually has a problem with it. ]
I mean... don't you think if I was going to fuck with people like that, I would have, I don't know, not been totally up front about it?
[ He'll take the drink, though. And she'll get to see him look it up and down, take in the aesthetics first, sniff it a few times before tentatively sipping. No matter what flavor he's getting there, he's going to look delighted. Mostly because 'flavors' are a new thing for him. ]
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[ With that, Jingyi drops the chat. She leaves the precise location of the many small bars along the casino floor, picking the most lavish one of the choices.
By the time of their agreed-upon meeting, Jingyi is already in the casino floor trying her luck on some games. She looks at the bar to see if John is there, remembering him solely from the photo on his profile and her senses radiating throughout the casino floor, allowing her to feel the presence of a cosmic being entering.
Whether he goes straight to the bar itself or takes his time to roam the floor, Jingyi will suddenly appear next to him. ]
There you are. In the flesh.
[ She chose her words deliberately, quietly referring to his nature underneath that mortal coil. Jingyi speaks while looking ahead of her, watching the luxurious spectacle around them rather than focusing on him. She fits the atmosphere, wearing a simple yet luxurious combination of a white button-up shirt and a pencil skirt. ]
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Right.
What did you mean by 'best behavior'?
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Your kind and I have been at war in my world. This war, my purpose and reason for being, is why I do not trust you.
[ Bluntly put, Jingyi gives him more of her attention at the uttering of those last few words. Yet, she's here being civil with him and inviting him over for a drink, an enemy of her people, so she is probably giving him the benefit of the doubt. She orders the bartender with a gesture, "Two drinks. One for myself and my... friend, here" ]
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[ Probably harsher than he's been about anyone or anything since he got here. There aren't many triggers he has but that rubs up on one of them. ]
But I understand wariness. I'd never call myself something 'safe'. But I have no reason to fuck with you here. In the sense of being an asshole, I mean. So I'm not going to.
[ And he'll dip his head to the bartender. Whatever she orders is fine. ]
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[ Jingyi notices his frustration, keeping her keen gaze fixed on him. Unmoved, yet cautious, Jingyi thinks of what to say after considering his words. She orders some vodka in tall, chilled tumbler glasses with nothing added to it. She wants nothing else that would mute the violent burn from the drink.
She returns her attention back to him, chin resting on her hand. ]
If you can keep your promise of peace, then I will not raise my hand on you.
[ That said, she will keep an eye on him, and her revelation to him that she's fought others like him in the past should serve as her way of warning him to behave. Expect her to show up in his life from time to time, which could be annoying, but also more chances to prove her wrong.
Their drinks arrive just as she said her piece, taking one of them to raise her hand for a toast. ]
Let us come to an agreement, shall we?
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[ A slight huff, but it's the sort one gives when they are a grumpy individual in general, not like he actually has a problem with it. ]
I mean... don't you think if I was going to fuck with people like that, I would have, I don't know, not been totally up front about it?
[ He'll take the drink, though. And she'll get to see him look it up and down, take in the aesthetics first, sniff it a few times before tentatively sipping. No matter what flavor he's getting there, he's going to look delighted. Mostly because 'flavors' are a new thing for him. ]