The Artist (Out Of Her Natural Environment)

[hellfire_child]

Alistaire pulled up to the house. He still couldn't believe that Grandfather had run Alisa out of the city. He'd deal with that in due time, but right now, he had to get her to stop running. This location was a joke. A dirt road driveway? He was probably going to have to throw away these shoes. A large parcel was in the trunk of the Tesla Roadster he'd bought for the drive. He glanced back over his shoulder at it, before ringing the bell.

It was a lovely house, even if the location was a joke. He'd have to make sure to help her with the reselling.

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[hellfire_child]

He tilts his head, examining her. "You shouldn't sully your body with that. There are plenty of other vices to alter your state with." Alistaire finds himself a seat.

"I don't tease. I deliver exactly what I promise. No more, no less."

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

"De coke was a joke, Alistaire." She leaned over the island counter to look at him. "After your Grandfather's LAST party, I prefer not to 'ave my mind in any altered state ever again."

She turned back around and started to take some fresh ingredients out of the large, steel refrigerator. She placed vegetables with vegetables, spices with spices, and seafood with well... seafood. She was meticulous with her cooking as she was with her painting.

"Yes, you will deliver yourself unto me wit' ... do you come wit' a marriage certificate an' security for de rest o' my life?" She knew he was going to say no... but it was fun to tease him.