Faye leans back, but Owen's hand is at her hip and he pulls her in again, partially because he's not done with the conversation, and partially because he's not entirely used to being the one taking orders.
At least not from anyone but Jack.
"And who's to say you can't be the bait?" Owen asks, lips very near her ear, his voice low as he surveys the crowd for a shock of red hair. At the very least, she's made this easy; most of Obsidian's clientele seem to favor darker colors all around.
Christ, it's predictable.
"You're the one dressed the part, after all," he adds.
To anyone watching, it's undoubtedly obvious that they're planning something. Though, in a place like this, it's anyone's guess as to what. Plotting to hunt down a vampire's probably somewhere near the bottom of the list, Owen's certain of that.
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Date: 2013-10-13 09:28 pm (UTC)At least not from anyone but Jack.
"And who's to say you can't be the bait?" Owen asks, lips very near her ear, his voice low as he surveys the crowd for a shock of red hair. At the very least, she's made this easy; most of Obsidian's clientele seem to favor darker colors all around.
Christ, it's predictable.
"You're the one dressed the part, after all," he adds.
To anyone watching, it's undoubtedly obvious that they're planning something. Though, in a place like this, it's anyone's guess as to what. Plotting to hunt down a vampire's probably somewhere near the bottom of the list, Owen's certain of that.