Meet Me At St Louis
“Lacy, you need to talk to him. Prince or not, he is annoying even his own Sire by promoting that mistake to Sheriff.” The two kindred sat seemingly watching the musicians play, the card game in front of them forgotten. The speaker glancing briefly around the bar, tipping his glass in a respectful way to the bearded gentleman sat in conversation in a alcove near the bar. Lacy smiled gently at her companion whilst still gently tapping the hidden card with her nails, “You think I influence your Prince? Tsk Giles,” She purred, “I have no fondness for games.” “Really? And there is the game of cat and mouse you have been playing with Atlas, it is the talk of the clan.” The murmured reply and an answering smile. “Would I?” “It’s in your blood sister, I know your grudge is deep but you still are of blood and proven.”
Giles took in the peeved expression and sighed, “Fine I will drop it for now. However I am seeking your help in the other more delicate matter.” Flipping over the card she was tapping to reveal the Queen of Spades, Lacy looked long at it “Problem is I see nothing wrong with his choice. St Louis needs a strong sheriff and Adam knows it, let’s face it no one in their right mind crosses him and you forget Calinda is his mentor…” The card is swirled though her fingers only for it to be placed in front of Giles now a tarot card and that of the High Priestess, “Her game is longer, I have no desire to be caught in it, I will not help.” “Then we have run out of safe subjects to discuss.” Giles smiled ruefully at her set expression as a tall elderly man walks into the speakeasy.
“Ah, it appears grandpapa has arrived. Have fun tonight brother, play nice with the new mice of court.” The anarch unwinding herself from the chair, gently kisses her companions cheek, walking away she only stops to acknowledge his farewell gesture as she moves to speak to her second.