Nolas
No doubt as the musical ring found its way to his ears, Slaine tensed. How unlucky could you get? he asked himself, but couldn't contain the soft smile that crept to his lips with Mizi's gentle gesture. Okay. Maybe he wasn't all that unlucky.
The waiter waved his hand towards the phone in a dismissive gesture as if telling him to go ahead. He didn't, however, make a move to leave him to his privacy. The thought never crossed his mind that Mizi would be speaking to someone he didn't care Slaine to overhear. Wiping his upper lip of slight excess moisture, he invited himself over to Mizi's bed where he plopped down lazily, waiting for the other to finish so they could either pick up where they left off or go on back to work. Though he knew they should probably do the latter, he couldn't deny the former sounded much more tempting.
The waiter waved his hand towards the phone in a dismissive gesture as if telling him to go ahead. He didn't, however, make a move to leave him to his privacy. The thought never crossed his mind that Mizi would be speaking to someone he didn't care Slaine to overhear. Wiping his upper lip of slight excess moisture, he invited himself over to Mizi's bed where he plopped down lazily, waiting for the other to finish so they could either pick up where they left off or go on back to work. Though he knew they should probably do the latter, he couldn't deny the former sounded much more tempting.
Mizi shook his head and raised the phone to his ear. He couldn't exactly ask Slaine to leave without upsetting the other, and yet just talking to Val brought up such an array of emotions, he didn't know how he'd react. "Hello?" he answered, removing his gaze from Slaine to find a far off corner of his room.
"Miz? Yeah, it's me again. Listen, Colin wanted me to ask if you were still working at uh... well... that whorehouse. He was more worried about my image, you know. I'm a lawyer in the city, now. With him-- actually, we could really catch up more tomorrow, but uh... perhaps we should meet somewhere less obvious where we couldn't be seen?"
Glancing over at Slaine, Mizi frowned slightly, but tried to mask any feeling in his countenance. "I don't understand what you mean, Val."
"What I mean is-- wha? Wait, sorry-- hold on a sec. ... Colin wants to talk to yo--"
It sounded as if the phone was being handed over reluctantly on the other line, and then a cool voice rang through,
"Mizi? This is Colin. Listen, I'm sure you can understand. Val is a very successful lawyer now and handles important clients. He can't be seen out gallavanting off with... people like you, now. So it's just that he'd like arrange a meeting--"
Mizi's demeanor had made a complete shift. The brunette paced to a corner, his face hidden from Slaine and back tense, and responded in a very restricted, strained voice, "Well, that's excellent for him. I'm glad. L-like... me? What's that supposed to-- wait a second, there... you have no idea who I-- Well, it's not like I asked him to. I never meant for that to hap--" Working himself up, Mizi seemed to be losing grip second by second. "How dare you! Put him back on the phone! No, I will not calm down, you horrible, lying, underhanded coward! You're going to what me? Subpoena? What the-- ? PUT HIM BACK ON."
At this point, the drink mixer/ prostitute was so taken aback by Colin's comments, he hardly cared what Val's intent had been to meet with him in the first place. He was so far into the corner, as well, that he'd practically forgotten Slaine was even in the same room.
