Vivian Hong | Regalia; Safehouse
It wasn't long after the descent of the huge television that the elevator
ding'd and opened its mouth, announcing the
clack clack clack of a Ms. Devi Rana - the Syndicate's latest financial hotspot. Vivian had only ever known her on the computer screen; and to be quite honest, the pictures and credentials were far less annoying than her loud-ass high heels.
Super inconvenient for the shit we're in... But that was of course just Vee's time-of-the-month speaking. Probably.
The business woman lowered herself down on the sofa across from the twosome and finally spoke, looking like a delicate little flower in distress - which, granted, she had reasonable reason to be.
Rana's last line earned a soft snort from her throat, a sort of sarcastic agreement. But that would be the only acknowledgement from the Eraser, who was unsurprisingly quiet around people she wasn't used to. She proceeded to reach forward and close her hand around the orange soda can, snapping back the the tab and take a long sip while catching Gyles' eye. She held his gaze somewhat smugly for a few moments, before nonchalantly rolling them up to the ceiling. Vivian code for:
She's all yours, buddy.There was a low, satisfied "Ahhh..." that Vee emitted as she replaced the can on the table, briefly glancing over at the other female in the room to see if she got any sort of reaction. Then, leaning back, she pressed a button to illuminate her phone in search of a text or anything from Lex, confirming that she was alright. Still there was none, and a little nugget of worry plopped itself into the back of Vivian's mind. But she flushed it away just as the elevator opened up again, this time producing the proudly round diva of their motley crew.
Her obnoxiously bright energy, infectious as always, pushed the corners of Vee's mouth into a small smile. "Hey, Kim," she replied in a sing-song voice, jerking her chin up in a nod of greeting at the third female in the room. Although she's only been around Kim K a few times before this, the girl's attitude, blatantly contrasting her own, actually served as endearing instead of horrifying. An advantage for both of them, since a lack of patience on Vivian's part would probably spell trouble, especially now. As Kim passed her on the couch she held up her bag of pretzels in offering, and then, so as not to be considered too much of a cold bitch, she extended the offer to Devi, in case she was in need of some salty-sweet goodness, as well.
It wasn't until the youngest one of the group came tromping out of the elevator that Vivian produced a fully-fledged smile. He too was another one that she had only ever met in two dimensions, and she was aware that he probably knew more about her than she did about him. Maybe. Normally she'd be wary of this, but his nervous rambling and his not-so-nervous jab at Quinn was enough to make him likeable in her book.
She lifted her hand at the end of his spiel, pointing a slender finger at him in deadpan fashion. "You're fucking hilarious, man." Then she cracked, the smile reappearing on her face as she lifted her orange soda as a sort of toast in his direction. "Happy Monday," she repeated, miming as if she was clinking the can against his glass of water before taking a sip.
"Want a pretzel?"