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Adult +
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14
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Restaurant Babble
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and now, with lightning speed due to reposting...
Chapter; the next!
"We shouldn't be doing this" Mazon started with an especially wicked grin
"Of course we shouldn't. We shouldn't even be plugged in. we should be in the Real, playing chess or something" Keyes added, pulling a compact from a deep pocket, her coat always had so many pockets. She looked over the elevator buttons, opened the compact and blew some powder over them. Determining which one had been used most recently; she tapped it, pocketed the compact and straightened, grinning at Mazon. "Though I do have to wonder WHAT we're doing here"
"Well you heard what went down before. And so now we are here. This time, with Merril-whatsit's 'power', his beloved 'why'"
"Okay, yeah, sorry, missed that part, what's our why?"
"To shut down all this"
"Ah, of course"
Keyes leaned against the side of the elevator. She wore large black pants with a deep pocket on each side, then two on the rear and two on the hips. Over it was a tight leather dress. High collar, sleeveless, a zipper running from the waist up to her throat, and split high on the hips hanging like a tunic downwards, over all this, a loose trench coat and shades. Her hair was dark, purplish red and pulled into a thick braid down to her lower back.
Mazon was shorter, smaller, coiled like a spring, one of those 'delicious little bodies' you hear so much about. Wearing a tight p-leather like cat suit and black trench coat with shades and bulky black hair to about her mid- back area. She had the power; Keyes had the confident streetwise attitude to back it up.
As they rode, Keyes produced, from another pocket, a small type of pocket pc, with which she carefully hacked into the security system to observe first the restaurant, then the kitchen, and the bathrooms. It was the women’s room that proved to hold their target. The Merovingian was sitting on a sink edge, leaning mostly, a buxom blonde’s head in his lap, moving rhythmically. Keyes smirked a little and showed Mazon who snorted. The woman was obviously more interested in getting her own turn than pleasuring the frenchman whose head was arched back, his teeth clenched, eyes shut. Keyes decided that was really quite enough and shuffled to other rooms. A waitress and cook were enjoying themselves in a hallway. She was propped up against the wall, the cook leaning against her. Their tiny cries were heard over the pc’s speakers. Finally, Keyes got the camera that viewed the foyer of the restuarant just as the elevator dinged and let them off. Mazon exited a step or two infront of Keyes. Mazon had a determined, postulate stride, Keyes, a more flowing one, almost skulking. The French concierge looked up at them from his appointment book disdainfully.
"Yes?"
"We're here to see the...." Mazon stopped and glanced at Keyes who spoke up
"Merovingian"
"Ah... unfortunately Monsieur is not available at the moment, if you would like-"
“We’ll wait” Mazon said and the concierge smiled tightly and motioned for them to follow him. They entered the dining area and were led up to the main table. The concierge allowed them to sit and then disappeared.
"How much longer do you think he’ll be?" Keyes murmmered.
“Well, she was cute, but he’s a selfish asshat...not long"
"And Persephone?"
"Hello..."
The last bit wasn't directed at the whereabouts of the Merovingian's wife, but rather at the now approaching Twins. They were just reentering the restaurant and headed directly for Mazon and Keyes.
"Things get thick you zap us outta here right?"
"Right"
"Good... relax. I got this." and Keyes stood, turning to face the Twins. She leaned lightly back against the chair as Mazon merely rotated to watch them semi confidently over her shoulder.
"Afternoon boys, My colleague and I are here to see your boss. Perhaps you'd be good enough to direct us to his whereabouts?" the words had rolled off her tongue so smoothly, she'd even pasted on a type of half smile. The simple line came out as if it were a practiced speech, rehearsed over and over, an opening line to a great opera. A symphony of phrases dancing around meaning, politeness, lightly covering curses, blood and piss. It was the Mona Lisa and Keyes suddenly seemed Di Vinci.
The Twins looked at each other, then took their seats over to the side, settling down, One spoke up.
"And what's in it for us?"
Mazon stood, keeping her cool on the out side and silently moved to sit in Neo's abandoned chair from before. Keyes moved to the end of the table and hoisted her self up onto it, crossing her ankles and leaning back on her hands.
"Of course, we wouldn't ask you to do this out of the goodness of your sweet little hearts. We're offering you..." she trailed off and studied the both of them for a moment, then turned her head, seemingly taking in the atmosphere of the restaurant.
"Well?" Two pressed lightly after a minute or so.
Keyes sighed and turned her head back towards the two of them letting the fake smile drop, then reached up and pulled off her shades, revealing dull greenish eyes with hints of brown in the center. She studied them intently for a moment then scooted back enough to pull a leg up on the table and lean an arm on it, allowing the second to swing gently.
"I'm not gonna shit around with you boys. You work for money. You're mercenaries. It's as simple as that. How much is he paying you?"
Perhaps it was the simple bluntness of her voice, or maybe that she'd suddenly hit upon a nerve with the Twins. Gotten their attention with the whole purpose for... well, why they were there in the first place. What ever it was, the sudden change from sweet little girl to business tycoon got the two to look at each other for a second as if wondering whether they cared enough to listen or should just kill the girls now. Finally One spoke up. Looking back up at Keyes, whose gaze had never wavered or left the Twins. If anything, its intensity had increased, making One feel at a disadvantage. Something he hated. Deciding suddenly not to make this easy for either of the humans.
"Enough" was his only answer, followed by one, two, three puffs of the hookah. Keyes looked at him for a second more, eyes boring into him, then shrugged and stood, replacing the shades. Turning to Mazon, full back to the Twins she muttered only
"We're done here" and Mazon stood. Keyes was halfway to the exit when Mazon spoke up.
"You'll die you know. If you stay here, working for Merovingian.... We'll just have to kill you eventually..." she stopped for a second, then continued on, her voice building strength and drawing Keyes back, not to mention the attention of a few patrons. "You... we can make sure you survive. We can save you from the Matrix. Even if you are just programs..." and she also turned to leave. Pausing only to say over her shoulder with a shrug. "Or you can stay. It's up to you" and she headed out. Keyes falling in a step or two behind.
~you may now resume waiting with anticipation for chapter 3~
and now, with lightning speed due to reposting...
Chapter; the next!
"We shouldn't be doing this" Mazon started with an especially wicked grin
"Of course we shouldn't. We shouldn't even be plugged in. we should be in the Real, playing chess or something" Keyes added, pulling a compact from a deep pocket, her coat always had so many pockets. She looked over the elevator buttons, opened the compact and blew some powder over them. Determining which one had been used most recently; she tapped it, pocketed the compact and straightened, grinning at Mazon. "Though I do have to wonder WHAT we're doing here"
"Well you heard what went down before. And so now we are here. This time, with Merril-whatsit's 'power', his beloved 'why'"
"Okay, yeah, sorry, missed that part, what's our why?"
"To shut down all this"
"Ah, of course"
Keyes leaned against the side of the elevator. She wore large black pants with a deep pocket on each side, then two on the rear and two on the hips. Over it was a tight leather dress. High collar, sleeveless, a zipper running from the waist up to her throat, and split high on the hips hanging like a tunic downwards, over all this, a loose trench coat and shades. Her hair was dark, purplish red and pulled into a thick braid down to her lower back.
Mazon was shorter, smaller, coiled like a spring, one of those 'delicious little bodies' you hear so much about. Wearing a tight p-leather like cat suit and black trench coat with shades and bulky black hair to about her mid- back area. She had the power; Keyes had the confident streetwise attitude to back it up.
As they rode, Keyes produced, from another pocket, a small type of pocket pc, with which she carefully hacked into the security system to observe first the restaurant, then the kitchen, and the bathrooms. It was the women’s room that proved to hold their target. The Merovingian was sitting on a sink edge, leaning mostly, a buxom blonde’s head in his lap, moving rhythmically. Keyes smirked a little and showed Mazon who snorted. The woman was obviously more interested in getting her own turn than pleasuring the frenchman whose head was arched back, his teeth clenched, eyes shut. Keyes decided that was really quite enough and shuffled to other rooms. A waitress and cook were enjoying themselves in a hallway. She was propped up against the wall, the cook leaning against her. Their tiny cries were heard over the pc’s speakers. Finally, Keyes got the camera that viewed the foyer of the restuarant just as the elevator dinged and let them off. Mazon exited a step or two infront of Keyes. Mazon had a determined, postulate stride, Keyes, a more flowing one, almost skulking. The French concierge looked up at them from his appointment book disdainfully.
"Yes?"
"We're here to see the...." Mazon stopped and glanced at Keyes who spoke up
"Merovingian"
"Ah... unfortunately Monsieur is not available at the moment, if you would like-"
“We’ll wait” Mazon said and the concierge smiled tightly and motioned for them to follow him. They entered the dining area and were led up to the main table. The concierge allowed them to sit and then disappeared.
"How much longer do you think he’ll be?" Keyes murmmered.
“Well, she was cute, but he’s a selfish asshat...not long"
"And Persephone?"
"Hello..."
The last bit wasn't directed at the whereabouts of the Merovingian's wife, but rather at the now approaching Twins. They were just reentering the restaurant and headed directly for Mazon and Keyes.
"Things get thick you zap us outta here right?"
"Right"
"Good... relax. I got this." and Keyes stood, turning to face the Twins. She leaned lightly back against the chair as Mazon merely rotated to watch them semi confidently over her shoulder.
"Afternoon boys, My colleague and I are here to see your boss. Perhaps you'd be good enough to direct us to his whereabouts?" the words had rolled off her tongue so smoothly, she'd even pasted on a type of half smile. The simple line came out as if it were a practiced speech, rehearsed over and over, an opening line to a great opera. A symphony of phrases dancing around meaning, politeness, lightly covering curses, blood and piss. It was the Mona Lisa and Keyes suddenly seemed Di Vinci.
The Twins looked at each other, then took their seats over to the side, settling down, One spoke up.
"And what's in it for us?"
Mazon stood, keeping her cool on the out side and silently moved to sit in Neo's abandoned chair from before. Keyes moved to the end of the table and hoisted her self up onto it, crossing her ankles and leaning back on her hands.
"Of course, we wouldn't ask you to do this out of the goodness of your sweet little hearts. We're offering you..." she trailed off and studied the both of them for a moment, then turned her head, seemingly taking in the atmosphere of the restaurant.
"Well?" Two pressed lightly after a minute or so.
Keyes sighed and turned her head back towards the two of them letting the fake smile drop, then reached up and pulled off her shades, revealing dull greenish eyes with hints of brown in the center. She studied them intently for a moment then scooted back enough to pull a leg up on the table and lean an arm on it, allowing the second to swing gently.
"I'm not gonna shit around with you boys. You work for money. You're mercenaries. It's as simple as that. How much is he paying you?"
Perhaps it was the simple bluntness of her voice, or maybe that she'd suddenly hit upon a nerve with the Twins. Gotten their attention with the whole purpose for... well, why they were there in the first place. What ever it was, the sudden change from sweet little girl to business tycoon got the two to look at each other for a second as if wondering whether they cared enough to listen or should just kill the girls now. Finally One spoke up. Looking back up at Keyes, whose gaze had never wavered or left the Twins. If anything, its intensity had increased, making One feel at a disadvantage. Something he hated. Deciding suddenly not to make this easy for either of the humans.
"Enough" was his only answer, followed by one, two, three puffs of the hookah. Keyes looked at him for a second more, eyes boring into him, then shrugged and stood, replacing the shades. Turning to Mazon, full back to the Twins she muttered only
"We're done here" and Mazon stood. Keyes was halfway to the exit when Mazon spoke up.
"You'll die you know. If you stay here, working for Merovingian.... We'll just have to kill you eventually..." she stopped for a second, then continued on, her voice building strength and drawing Keyes back, not to mention the attention of a few patrons. "You... we can make sure you survive. We can save you from the Matrix. Even if you are just programs..." and she also turned to leave. Pausing only to say over her shoulder with a shrug. "Or you can stay. It's up to you" and she headed out. Keyes falling in a step or two behind.
~you may now resume waiting with anticipation for chapter 3~