While mortals dance the night away in the club, a single individual sits isolated from the masses. Alone with a black hard cover book, she sits mostly in the shadows of the booth; however, her face is illluminated by the small table light which provides her with the necessary light to read.
Though barely visible in the darkness of the booth, Kalie sits in a black leather clad Matrixious-like outfit with her feet on the floor in front of her. She leans her forearms against the edge of the table as her hands hold the book open.
JT walked into the club looking as though he'd held up a blazing neon sign stating... "I don't belong here". His simple white button down shirt, his khaki pants and simple sneakers, only his straight black hair, paled complexion, and sunglasses seem to fit at all. He pushes through the crowd with tight, controlled smiles and terse 'excuse me's until he slips up to a less crowded section, near the booths. He draws a slow, controlling breath, and walks toward the bar.
Suddenly, He stops. A face he'd never thought he would see again glowing in the meager illumination of a table lamp.
JT 's eyes locked on the woman for a moment, a quiet war in his blood and his will. Still a few yards from the table, he leaves quietly, striding to the bar and conversing with the tender for a few moments. He pays the man and slips a small manilla package into his pocket before picking up two drinks and returning to Kalie's table.
"Brandy straight, wasn't it?" JT asks as he sets the glass in front of her.
Kalie's eyes raise from her book to look at the glass of brandy as the realization of a familiar voice causes her to tense for a moment as her brain flashes trying to match an image with the voice. Before it is able to be successful she looks up at the new comer's face.
I recongize him... who is he... where do I know him from.
Her brow furrows, "Excuse me." The words, she hoped, would buy her time to shift through the many vast memories shifting through her mind.
JT chuckles slightly and nods humbly, raising his glass to her slightly. "I would like to think that I'm a bit more... worldly... since our last encounter."
He sets his glass down, the aspect of the dead things they'd become nearly weighing upon his brow as he leans forward to whisper to her.
quietlywhispered> "You ruined my academic reputation." his voice carried in a leaden deadpan. "No dig manager would touch me with a 20 meter dust pan after that. The fines were nothing compared to that."
"But for all that, I can't hardly be seen on a midday dig site in *our* condition, can I?"
JT leans back, his features relaxing as he picks up the drink again, rolling it around just under his nose again. "The past is history now... That was a different person."
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