Mimi looked around, devastatingly bored. With Jack running around with that little slut Schuyler and Bliss still pining over her lost love, she was less in the center of everyone's universe than she was comfortable with. Rolling her eyes, she scanned the room like a cat searching for something to pounce on. Several of her fellow students were availing themselves of some of Block 122's more intriguing services; others were already passed out waiting to be carried to the back room to sleep off whatever ailed them. The common theme was that all of them seemed to have better things to do than bother with her and the thought made her angrier than she had been before she'd gone searching for company. Didn't they realize who she was?
She'd nearly given up on the night's entertainment when her eyes landed on the little red blood Dane had been playing with for who knew how long. Because of her, he'd barely even looked at Mimi despite all her best efforts. He was becoming infamous for hurrying out after Committee meetings and he'd even had the gall to turn down invitations to not one, not two, but three of her parties, saying it wasn't a good environment for his stupid girlfriend. It made her sick; mortals were for feeding and fun, nothing to waste actual emotion on. Well… unless that emotion was dark amusement.
She sauntered over to where Sasha sat in a corner; her eyes darting between the club's occupants and her cell phone's screen, stiletto heel tapping nervously. Grabbing two Grey Goose martinis from a server's tray and formulating her plan of attack on the way.
"Boyfriend gone to play with tastier bait?" Mimi smirked, sitting down close enough to be a direct invasion to the other girl's personal space, holding out one of the glasses in lou of permission.
"Back off, bat woman" Sasha frowned, refusing to look at Mimi or her offered glass. If that past two years had taught her anything, it was that no one showed up on Mimi's radar unless there was some benefit in it for the Force girl and moreover the scheme usually ended up to the detriment of everyone else involved.
Mimi let out a dry laugh and tucked the glass more insistently between the other's hands. "No need for name calling, I just saw you all alone and thought you might like some company while you wait for Dane to finish satisfying his… baser desires. But then again, why couldn't he just take care of that with you?" She smirked at the tense line now forming across Sasha's jaw.
She was going to win, but then again that wasn't a surprise, she always did.
She waited until the Sasha had gone back to staring at her cell phone and pointedly ignoring her before speaking in a dangerously casual voice that made the other girl shiver all the way to her toes. "Does he tell you it's because he loves you? That he doesn't want to see you get hurt? That it's just a survival skill?" She watched her opponent's face carefully, eyes glimmering in the club's lights, this was almost too easy.
On a whim she moved in closer, until she was nearly touching the other girl's ear with her lips so she could whisper menacingly "…it's so much more than that."
Sasha shivered again and tried to pull away but found herself cornered against the tall sides of the couch. With a curse for modern furniture's refusal to grant her escape, she shifted her weight to stand, shocked by the speed and strength Mimi demonstrated in pulling her by the arm to back to the cushioned seat and pinning her there. "I'm sorry; did I say you could go?" She was taunting her now, the horrible, ruthless girl Sasha had managed to dodge through two years of school finally had her trapped like a mouse between her claws and worse yet, she knew it.
"Did he tell you what it's like?" She was dangerously close again; Sasha could feel her hot breath against her ear and smell the vodka she'd been drinking. "The collision of every aspect of two beings meshing together all at once…" Mimi could feel the girl's pulse racing, her fear and pain were nearly palpable. "…it's positively… delicious" she smirked as she finished and moved away enough to take another sip from her glass.
Sasha just sat poker straight, eyes fixed on the door Dane had left through some time ago… he should be back any minute now, shouldn't he? She should have just gone home like he asked, instead of insisting on waiting for him. /Stupid Sasha, really really stupid/.
Mimi followed her gaze, delighted at her own good fortune – she'd found a wound so close to the surface she barely had to dig to get under the other girl's skin. "I really don't see what the problem is… most of us don't draw such superficial lines between familiars and boyfriends or girlfriends." She shrugged, casually twirling her glass between her fingers until she reached a section of the rim untainted by her lipstick before sipping.
"Maybe he just doesn't think you can handle it." She'd found a pitch so in line with Sasha's own thoughts it was frightening. Realization dawned: "Get out of my head" Sasha demanded between clenched teeth and was surprised to hear laughter in reply.
"Please, I don't need to get anywhere near your mind to see something so obvious. What do you think we talk about in all our meetings anyways?" It was a lie, it didn't matter. For a moment it looked like Sasha had every intention of hitting her, how amusing. "I'm sorry; did I say something to upset you? I'm just trying to help you know, woman to woman? Look, you can believe me or not, it really doesn't matter because sooner or later you're going to have to face facts – the only real reason he hasn't taken you is because he doesn't want you." Even she was impressed with the sympatric note she managed to pull out with her last sentence, she should get an Emmy for work this good.
Her mission complete – she could already see the wet mascara lines shining on the other girl's face in the multifaceted light of the disco ball – she released her death grip on Sasha's arm, not at all surprised when she headed for the front door as fast as four-inch heels and a crowded dance floor would allow.
Mimi sat back against the cool leather of the couch and toasted herself on a job well done. Tonight had turned out to be amusing after all.