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okay.    [ sierra,  whose clothes hadn’t fully come off anyway,  sat up as if she were just a passenger,  moving so julien could find his shirt.  she smoothed her hair back behind her ears,  breaths still rushed,  shallow—cheeks still pink. ]    i think it’s under the driver’s seat.

@nemeseias
            no,  no,  give me a sec,  i just need to find my shirt..

[ the art of purchasing cat food.  sierra stared at atlas for a long moment then stepped forward & closed the distance between them.  as if it were nothing,  she pulled his mask and hood up and away,  revealing the face underneath.  she took a moment to stare;   another to smooth back a longer strand of his hair,  keep it out of those gorgeous eyes.  then sierra turned,  and climbed back through her open kitchen window,  gesturing for atlas to follow. ]    she’s been really good.  and she and nyx have been getting along really well.  i think you brought her to me just in time.

@nemeseias
            of course,  of course.  has she been eating what you give her okay ?  and using the litter box ?  i thought about stopping by with food but,  you know.  you have nyx.  i'm sure you're,  um..  well versed in the...  art of purchasing cat food by now.

let’s get some fresh air,  then.   [ sierra smiled at him,  gently swatting his hands away from his hair so she could fix it herself.  once she was satisfied,  she pecked his lips—a rare show of affection at a work function such as this,  where her employer was already incensed by julien’s mere existence.  a reminder of her relationship with him,  however tame,  would only make things worse.  sighing at the thought,  sierra linked her arm with julien’s,  and guided him away from the heart of the party—out towards the balcony of the restaurant the office had hired for the evening,  where drained glasses and now-empty plates had been left for the staff to clean up.  once they were out of sight (and, of course, out of earshot),  sierra let her arm slide fully around julien,  head coming to rest on his shoulder. ]    i’m really sorry, babe.

@nemeseias bad joke.  i think i just need fresh air.  [ he shook his head slightly,  hand coming up to brush his hair back as gently as he could without making it look worse.]  he's been nice to /you/,  si.  i'm just your..  accessory or whatever.  everything he says is so patronizing.

a gun?     [ sierra had not been expecting that answer —  something more along the lines of water,  or a smoke,  or maybe one of the little desserts that were being passed around on plates.  they looked nice.  sierra tilted her head to the side, ]     pause on the alcohol.  c’mon,  baby.  it’s not /that/ bad.  james has been nice!  ish.