An Amethyst Remembrance ((35--night))

[Meadowlark]

Coricopat entered the card room, moving past the tables to speak with the pitboss. He listened carefully, studiously not looking around--he didn't want to deal with the black dealer yet.

After receiving Jacobsen's report, the mottled tom glanced around. Good, Mr. Quaxo's table was empty. He strode over, his lips curling slightly at the sight of a dark green, flecked with white, tie around the other cat's neck.

[victoriousscarf]

Mistoffelees had been looking down at his table as he packed things away for the night, swallowing hard when he'd seen the mottled tom enter. Since then, he had very studiously not been looking the other. Why did he have to see the other again that day of all days...?

He didn't realize the other was coming over until he was only a few steps away. He looked up far too abruptly to make it took natural, his ears flickering. Alright, so he had gone out and bought a tie in some attempt to prove something, but he hadn't been expecting to be confronted with the other so soon.

[Meadowlark]

"Mr. Quaxo." Coricopat rested his weight on his right leg so it wouldn't look like he was relying on the cane so much.

[victoriousscarf]

Misto felt his shoulders tense. "Did you need something?" he asked, trying his damnest to keep his voice level.

[Meadowlark]

Cori spoke, professionally. "Information on your uncle."

[victoriousscarf]

Misto swallowed hard, ears flickering. "You want the information? Fine. But I'd rather tell it to any cat in the world but you."

[Meadowlark]

"Macavity is in his penthouse office. I'll show you up." Came the icy reply.

[victoriousscarf]

"Sounds fantastic," Misto said, voice low and hard. "If you let me finish up putting my table away first?"

[Meadowlark]

"Oh but of course." Cori replied dryly, moving over to wait by the doorway.

[victoriousscarf]

Misto's paw twitched. He had almost been done when the other arrived, but tried to draw it out as much as possible.

[Meadowlark]

Cori glanced at his pocket watch, waiting impatiently. He had other things to be doing.

[victoriousscarf]

Swallowing finally, Misto figured he'd drawn it out as much as he could have. Looking down he finally stepped away from his table, stepping up to Coricopat and raising his chin defiantly to meet the other's eyes.

[Meadowlark]

Cori barely glanced at him, heading to the lift and calling it, tapping the cane impatiently against the floor.

[victoriousscarf]

Misto's ears flicked and he looked at the cane, wincing each time it hit the floor. He would really, really have liked to still be angry but he only felt sick. "You shouldn't be walking so much," he said softly, looking at the cane rather than the other.

[Meadowlark]

"That's really none of your damn business, but I haven't been walking much." Came the reply as the lift arrived.