Blaise knocked on the undescriptive door, standing back and gazing at the black flower above it. A minute went by before Ulf, the skinny, beady-eyed kid who manned the door, opened it a couple of inches.
"Good to see you Blaise," he said opening the door fully to let her in.
"Hey Ulf, is Giselle here?" she asked. Giselle was the one person she knew who would know weither James was still around this crappy little town or not. She would also know where he was if he wasn't here or at least the last place he had been.
"Yeah. At her usual table," Ulf informed her. Blaise nodded and walked farther into the darkened room. She spotted a darkhaired girl talking with a brunette boy as she fiddled with a candle's flame.
"Hello Giselle," Blaise said coming to stand beside the boy, "I don't believe we've met?" Blaise extended her hand. Giselle rolled her blue, slanted, kohl-rimmed eyes. "Briar, this is Blaise Harman. Blaise, Briar Bush." Briar shook Blaise's hand and looked at Giselle.
"We can continue this tomorrow," he said winking at Giselle. He turned to Blaise, "It was nice to meet you."
Blaise huffed and watched the boy walk out.
"So your flirting it up with lamia boys now, huh?" Blaise said plastering a smile on her face as she turned back to Giselle. If there was one thing Blaise didn't like, it was being ignored by boy-kind, as she dubbed them. She wasn't particularly nice to te girls thay they ignored her for etiher, but she needed something from Giselle.
"He was a customer, Blaise. He needed a luck potion for his sister. Her name's Thorn; they're twins." Giselle said, a goofy grin speading across her face. "Yeah. Uh-huh. Anyways, I need some information."
"And that would be what exactly?" Giselle asked, all buisness-like once again.
"I need to know when's the last time you've seen James?" Blaise asked.
"He stopped by a few months ago. Wanted to know if I had a spell or potion to cure cancer."
"But the lamia don't get human diseases and all."
"Exactly what I said. It was for a friend of his, a human girl. Something North. I don't really know, told 'em I didn't want any apart in it." "So do you know where he is?"
"Not really. I haven't seen him since that day. You might try finding where the girl lived and checking around her place," Giselle said. Her tone said she was bored with this converstaion, but it also said there was something she wasn't saying.
"Anything else Giselle?" Blaise asked, a perfectly sculpted brow raised.
"No. Nothing," she said a little quickly. Blaise stared at her and Giselle broke under the glare. "Okay. I think he was in love with this girl." (A/N: and I thought "big mouthed witch." even though I wrote it. tee-ha)
"Hmm...I see. Well we won't say anything aabout this conversation to anyone, now will we?" Blaise said tapping a finger on her chin. Giselle nodded, looking slightly abashed. "Thanks for the help," Blaise said standing up and leaving the club.
"Good to see you Blaise," he said opening the door fully to let her in.
"Hey Ulf, is Giselle here?" she asked. Giselle was the one person she knew who would know weither James was still around this crappy little town or not. She would also know where he was if he wasn't here or at least the last place he had been.
"Yeah. At her usual table," Ulf informed her. Blaise nodded and walked farther into the darkened room. She spotted a darkhaired girl talking with a brunette boy as she fiddled with a candle's flame.
"Hello Giselle," Blaise said coming to stand beside the boy, "I don't believe we've met?" Blaise extended her hand. Giselle rolled her blue, slanted, kohl-rimmed eyes. "Briar, this is Blaise Harman. Blaise, Briar Bush." Briar shook Blaise's hand and looked at Giselle.
"We can continue this tomorrow," he said winking at Giselle. He turned to Blaise, "It was nice to meet you."
Blaise huffed and watched the boy walk out.
"So your flirting it up with lamia boys now, huh?" Blaise said plastering a smile on her face as she turned back to Giselle. If there was one thing Blaise didn't like, it was being ignored by boy-kind, as she dubbed them. She wasn't particularly nice to te girls thay they ignored her for etiher, but she needed something from Giselle.
"He was a customer, Blaise. He needed a luck potion for his sister. Her name's Thorn; they're twins." Giselle said, a goofy grin speading across her face. "Yeah. Uh-huh. Anyways, I need some information."
"And that would be what exactly?" Giselle asked, all buisness-like once again.
"I need to know when's the last time you've seen James?" Blaise asked.
"He stopped by a few months ago. Wanted to know if I had a spell or potion to cure cancer."
"But the lamia don't get human diseases and all."
"Exactly what I said. It was for a friend of his, a human girl. Something North. I don't really know, told 'em I didn't want any apart in it." "So do you know where he is?"
"Not really. I haven't seen him since that day. You might try finding where the girl lived and checking around her place," Giselle said. Her tone said she was bored with this converstaion, but it also said there was something she wasn't saying.
"Anything else Giselle?" Blaise asked, a perfectly sculpted brow raised.
"No. Nothing," she said a little quickly. Blaise stared at her and Giselle broke under the glare. "Okay. I think he was in love with this girl." (A/N: and I thought "big mouthed witch." even though I wrote it. tee-ha)
"Hmm...I see. Well we won't say anything aabout this conversation to anyone, now will we?" Blaise said tapping a finger on her chin. Giselle nodded, looking slightly abashed. "Thanks for the help," Blaise said standing up and leaving the club.