The Field Trip

[Solace]

Peering up at ‘Vok Chandi raised and eyebrow clearly having figured out that the handsome space pirate was not at all offended by being used as a tool to upset her ex. “Can I help it if I’m unable to pass up the chance to prance about with a handsome bloke on my arm?” The dark haired young woman gave him a cheeky smile, having not spent must time with the islands resident pirate Chandi was cherishing the fact that she had all night to get to know him and it helped that he wasn’t half bad looking. The young Australian had always been rather blunt and sarcastic, though she’d toned downs since entering her early twenties she could still be as blunt as all get out. “Nah, John your not only a easy way to make my ex anger…you’ve got the possibility of being a one-night stand with no strings attached, oh and don’t forget your ripper company.” Chandi sprawled most of her weight across ‘Vok as she made like she was peering out his window to see the view he saw, making a few little comments as they passed by some of her favorite places in New York. Might as well have a little fun with the pirate while she had the chance, after all seemed dear ole’ Kei had in wrapped around her little finger most days. Shifting her weight again Chandi sat back down in her seat and laid her head on ‘Vok’s shoulder, closing her green/gold eyes which still appeared very cat-like despite her otherwise human appearance.

“The club? It’s kind of secret society consisting of some of the worlds richest and shadiest characters around…mutant and otherwise.” Opening one of her eyes Chandi lifted her chin to peer upside down at ‘Vok having noticed he’d shifted his attire and now appeared much more fitting to be rubbing elbows with some of the worlds wealthiest. “That it is, they’ve have one hell of a style.” Chandi had to fight back a giggle when she picture what ‘Vok’s reaction might be to the Inner circles female attire, though that thought soon fled her mind so that she may return to telling her teammate what the place was like. “It’s really rather brilliant, my adoptive father of sorts is what the club calls the Black King which would be somewhat of a president in the club. He’s the whole reason I ever got involved in the place, thought it’d be fitting for the daughter of Australia’s very own Ruaidhri Atkins mob boss extraordinaire to join the club.” Pausing briefly Chandi wondered why it was she was letting someone know her past so freely, when for most of her life she’d held her cards close to her chest.

“So being a naïve 19 year old I joined not realizing what it was I was doing at the time, because my mind was so clouded with what had been going on in my life for the past two years I didn’t know which way was up and which was done. Though turns out the club was good for me, dare I say I even have a respect for many people involved with the Hellfire Club. Way I see it is the worlds not black and white, so sometimes you have to join in on the gray areas and make up your own right and wrong.” Letting a deep sigh escape her Chandi flipped a curl out of her eyes and took a quick glance down at her attire, noting that the white pinstripe suit which she’d fallen in love with during the girls earlier shopping adventure wasn’t exactly Hellfire Club apparel it’d have to do, after all the bright pink lace tank top underneath the nicely fitted jacket didn’t really scream sophistication as much as it did uniqueness, but the matching pleated skirt and Manola Blahnik heels made up for it and if anything else she’d dazzle the club’s members with her sex appeal. “Course your attire will do, compared to you I look like a everyday Jane.”