Hasibe chooses the lean-forward routine, murmuring her thank you with a hint of a twang to it. When she straightens, Mitchell's focus does not go unnoticed...nor does Deacon's. She thinks about it for a second, and once the former's attention is righted, decides she'll give them a moment to confer vampire-to-vampire. It's not that she wants Mitchell to hurt anyone, but something is clearly wrong, temptation brushing at the side of his consciousness, and, well. She's on the other side.
She gives his knee a squeeze, conveniently sitting right up next to him as she is, and leans in to speak into Mitchell's ear. A little bit unfairly.
"I'm going to get another drink," Hasibe says, and when she rises, it's with her cigarette aloft and her dress somehow, miraculously, not wrinkled.
(Using telekinesis to keep your absurd clothing perfect is probably cheating, but who would ever know.)
Hasi gives the pair a smiling glance over her shoulder when she crosses the nearby threshold exiting the lounge they're in, but then she's gone toward the bar. Or maybe to dance, which is possibly a risky endeavor, but she stays easily visible in the crowd, given her height and attire.
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She gives his knee a squeeze, conveniently sitting right up next to him as she is, and leans in to speak into Mitchell's ear. A little bit unfairly.
"I'm going to get another drink," Hasibe says, and when she rises, it's with her cigarette aloft and her dress somehow, miraculously, not wrinkled.
(Using telekinesis to keep your absurd clothing perfect is probably cheating, but who would ever know.)
Hasi gives the pair a smiling glance over her shoulder when she crosses the nearby threshold exiting the lounge they're in, but then she's gone toward the bar. Or maybe to dance, which is possibly a risky endeavor, but she stays easily visible in the crowd, given her height and attire.