Posted by Civilian Eryn Romanov (Colonial Intelligence Agent) in Summer Heat Can’t Stop Me (Tag Eryn)

Posted by Civilian Jezem (Upstanding Citizen) in Summer Heat Can’t Stop Me (Tag Eryn)

Posted by Civilian Eryn Romanov (Colonial Intelligence Agent) in Summer Heat Can’t Stop Me (Tag Eryn)
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One night, several minutes before midnight, Eryn’s comms chimed with a new message. It read:

You’re the worst person I know on this rock, so let’s meet up and drink wine because Sisters you are the only person I can tolerate right now. Pick a time and a place and I’ll be there.

Jezem

Eryn looked at the comm and laughed. Oh wow. What was Jezem up to? It had taken longer than she expected.

Russian Tea Room. Half an hour. Eryn dressed in something much more elegant than usual. An ankle length oriental style dress with a mandarin collar and a slit to her thigh. She took her private slider after leaving a note for Vonn and headed to the Tea Room. She parked and made her way inside the opulent establishment. “Ms Romanov,” the maître d’ greeted and looked around. “Is Gran not joining you tonight?”

Eryn smiled, “No, he is indisposed. I have a companion arriving. Name of Jezem, please show him to my usual table.” He nodded and led her toward the back of the main room.

Eryn

Shortly after Eryn took her seat at her usual table Jezem arrived at the Russian Tea Room. Dressed in fine white silks that tightly wrapped his body, held in place by bands of gold and white leather. He was decorated from head to toe with glittering gold jewelry inlaid with pearls and smooth white stones that turned pink in bright light.

He gave his name to the maître d’ who lead him through and into the back where Eryn waited. Jezem slid into the seat across from here, “Eryn,” He said by way of greeting, “What wine do you recommend?” The orion seemed like his usual self, impassive and indifferent to the world around him but there were signs that not all was well. There were subtle dark spots under his eyes and he seems to have lost some weight since Eryn last saw him.

Jezem

She knew of course that Shivan had been ill. She had checked when he had disappeared for a few days. Given the look of Jezem those two were up to their usual sibling rivalries. “I have ordered a bottle of Veinas Demi-Sec.” It was a very expensive and smooth wine. One of the few wines produced Aldebaran. Known for their spirits and beer, their wines were equally impressive, but difficult to make and very rare.

Eryn

Jezem paused, considering the selection of wine. Expensive and rare. Perfect. “Good choice,” He said, leaning back into his chair to regard their surroundings with poorly masked contempt, “This place a personal favorite of yours?” Jezem asked in the tone of someone unimpressed. All part of the game, of course. He hated that this was the kind of restaurant he would have chosen on his own.

Jezem