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| When: | 26 December 2004 |
| Who: | Jezebel, Sapphira |
| What: | The two ladies unintentionally meet up at Foo.Bar.Com and get to know each other a little better. |
Foo.Bar.Com
A cybercafe like no other, instead of just catering to the tech-savy with a wireless connection or having pay-per-minute computer stations, Foo.Bar.Com has free access for everyone. If you've got a laptop but no wireless connection, there's plug in stations for dialup or high-speed. If you want to use one of the Foo.Bar.Com computers, there's no charge, as long as you buy a drink or something to eat. And in the background at all times there is playing a sci-fi movie or reruns of old sci-fi TV shows.
What few realize is that the Foo.Bar.Com cafes are a means for Jean to watch the trends and ideas of humans who deal with technology the most.
Sitting at one of the tables near the door, facing it, Jezebel takes a sip of her coffee as she reads over a website she frequents. It's a quiet night in Foo.Bar.Com, specifically because it's the day after Christmas, and those with families are with them. She's just a tad bit 'better' dressed than the last time Sapphira saw her, in a suit with her hair back in a pony tail, compared to the leather outfit she was last seen in.
The opening of the door lets in a waft of cool air as well as another person into the emptier-than-usual bar. Sapphira is also dressed much differently than her usual Fetish Footwear attire, although how she could remain warm in this outfit is a mystery. She draws a few glances as she makes her way towards the beverage bar to place her order.
Just as the door chimes, Jezebel looks up on reflex alone. It's a quite night afterall, only about three other people are here, and one of those is the only on-duty employee. She blinks as she sees who it is and smiles somewhat derogatorily, remembering the last encounter she had with Sapphira.
Sapphira pays for her drink and wanders towards one of the open terminals that also offer some counterspace for purchases. She logs in and starts to search her preferred sites -- fashion and footwear.
Jezebel turns in her seat just as Sapphira sits down. Tapping a few keys, she closes the browsers she was at and gets up to move over where Sapphira is sitting. "Now, funny running into you here. I think, you and I need to have a bit of a chat." There's something in Jezebel's eyes that tell you, she knows things are more than they seem between the two of us.
Sapphira pops off the top of her drink container and takes a sip. Jezebel's comment has her turning towards the other woman with a lightly surprised look on her features. "Oh?" she asks before licking off the foam from her upper lip. It must be a cappucino-based drink at any rate. "Whatever makes you say that?"
Setting down here mug of coffee, Jezebel sits down next to Sapphira and pulls up wonkette.com. With a slight shrug, Jezebel says, "Your little trick in the store the other day. Very impressive."
"My little trick?" Sapphira laughs, sounding like some odd sort of chime. "That's a good one. But I'd have to say that your little trick was much more interesting, although it did cost me a good pair of sandals. They weren't even old stock which would have made it slightly less annoying."
"Now now, no complaining, you got the money for them in the end." There's a slight sneer on her face at the memory of being coerced into it. Jezebel lifts her mug and takes another long drink. Setting it down, she types in a few things, commentary wise on some type of political commentary bloq. "So lets cut to the chase, who do you work for?"
"An easy check of public records indicate that I work for, and fully own, Fetish Footwear in the northern end of Austin," Sapphira replies calmly and without hesitation. "I would think that someone as smart as you could figure that out on your own." She offers another small smile as she flips through her own websites of interest.
Roll by Jezebel: (6) (5) (6)
Jezebel closes her eyes for a second as she seems to try and restrain herself from smacking Sapphira. She may be an educated lawyer with a weird side, but that doesn't negate her temper at times. "Damaris, dear, you really want to tell me who you really are and who you're working for. Really." Her eyes now open, she leans in just a tad closer to Sapphira with a slight husky tone to her voice. She is a Lilim afterall.
Sapphira leans in slightly towards Jezebel as well. "You do have a marvelous voice, you know," she nearly purrs as she drops her voice. "Andrealphus would be proud." Her eyes narrow at her own words. "So how did you get that oaf to eat my sandals?"
The information she wanted is had, but Jezebel's not finished yet. "Ah, of course, I should have suspected." Jezebel closes the browser and turns her chair to face Sapphira more closely. Crossing her legs, she drinks the last of her coffee. "Much the same way you got me to pay for those shoes, or I'm getting the information I want now." She pauses for a second, "Damaris, I see no reason to be enemies. Andre and Kobal have no quarrels, and we both need friends up here. Perhaps we can agree not to do what we've done to each other any longer."
"The Dark Joker. I should have known," Sapphira replies with another sip of her fancy coffee. "So what should we call each other in this city, at any rate? I have your one name from your credit card, just as you could find mine from public records."
"Serving Mistah J is rewarding in many more ways than serving the likes of say... Asmodeus." Jezebel leans back and waves to the only employee here for another cup of coffee. "My real name is Jezebel. I find that the simplest misdirection is founded in truth. And yours?"
Sapphira mms in agreement, commenting, "He is a stickler for details, isn't he? I rather like Andrealphus myself. It's a... pleasurable 'employment' in any situation. A win-win, you know?" She switches her cup to her free hand, offering the warmed one to Jezebel. "Call me Sapphira in private. Otherwise I wouldn't be able to answer."
"I'd peg you as a Lilim or Impudite..." Jezebel says as she looks over Sapphira appreciatively. "You've certainly got the right vessel and profession for someone working for Andre." She takes Sapphira's hand loosely, while they may be building some sort of professional relationship, Jezebel is still careful. Her coffee arrives a moment later, so Jezebel shakes only for a moment before taking the proffered mug. "Thank you, dear," she says to the waitress, whom she reminds, "Rememeber to have that term paper in tomorrow by ten."
Sapphira runs her free hand down her body with a faint smile. "As I said, I *do* like my job," she replies, behaving herself with the handshake. "And I am to please as well. If I take a couple of mundanes along my path for a while, all the better."
Jezebel finishes her second cup and puts enough cash down for both her drink and Sapphira's. "Well dear, I must head back to the University. I've got some 'interesting' things to put in motion for tomorrow." With a slight nod of her head, Jezebel holds out a business card with her personal contact info.
Sapphira nudges the cash back towards Jezebel. "Don't worry about it this time. I paid before I sat down," the dark-haired woman answers. "If you break any female hearts, tell 'em to drown their sorrows in shoe shopping. Hell, tell the guys too. Unless of course you have students like that oaf from the other day." The thought of Fernando puts a scowl on Sapphira's exotic features. "Although I will take the sexy ones anytime... pain and pleasure can be a good teaching aid to get them to remain in line."
There's a dark glimmer in Jezebel's eyes as she takes the cash back and nods. "See you around sometime then Sapphira. Perhaps we'll go cause some mayhem and fun together sometime soon." With that, Jezebel walks out, shaking her head slightly in amusement at Sapphira's comments at the end.
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