Drinks with Christine

[Basel Gill]

Basel knew the place he needed to go tonight. He walked into a classy-looking bar. The place oozed style with being too pretentious or ostentatious. You couldn't get in here unless you were dressed nicely. He had made sure that his attire fit the occasion. He wore a charcoal gray Armani suit, with a black leather belt and black dress shoes of some brand he couldn't remember. No one looking at him would notice that the belt went in front of, rather than through, the loops in the back. The jacket covered that nicely.

 

The person he sought sat at the bar, nursing a glass of red wine. The Lady Christine was in a rather nice-looking strapless navy blue dress. Good for him, no bright colors which might draw people's notice. He sat down on her left and nodded as she finished her wine. "One of that wine for myself, and one for the lady as well," he told the bartender, sliding down a silver coin. Christine looked at him suspiciously, but there wasn't any way he could poison it from behind the bar, was there? Still, Basel knew that she would be resolved to not turn her back on him. Certainly she wouldn't leave the drink out of her sight. Basel sipped at his wine, savoring the bouquet. They chatted lightly for a bit, neither one willing to give the other much information. Basel made sure to watch his own glass, just in case. He kept his hands in sight as much as possible, not wanting to alarm her into making a move before he was ready to make his.

 

The wait was interminable, but he finally had his chance after about ten minutes. Two seats down on the other side of Christine, an overweight gentleman finished his brandy and promptly collapsed to the floor. His brandy snifter rolled down the bar and toppled off with a satisfying crash. Patrons turned and looked, and one or two rushed to his side. Basel glanced for form's sake, but he knew it was coming. He was, after all, the one who had slipped the bartender five silver marks the night before to put a bit of forkroot in the man's drink. What was important was that Christine instinctively turned around to see what all the noise was, just as he had planned. At that point, Basel easily whipped off the belt and wrapped it around Christine's neck. She just had enough time to reach up and grab at it before he began tightening it. He twisted the belt tighter and tighter while her fingers groped for some hold, but her struggles were getting weaker. Her legs weren't flailing too badly; one good kick could break his concentration just enough. Finally, she was no longer grabbing at his hands or the belt. It was more like a weak pawing. Her right hand came to rest on his for a second, then slid down to hang limp at her side. He held the belt in place while counting fifteen seconds and watching the scene on the floor. He had to finish this before people stopped paying attention to the man who passed out. When he reached fifteen, he let go of the belt and made sure she had no pulse. Basel put the belt back on and leaned Christine's body against his shoulder. A couple of women expressed concern. "It's all right, the lady has just had a bit too much wine," he assured them, and walked out holding her up on his right side. No one seemed to notice that her feet were sliding along the floor rather than moving of their own free will. He headed out the door with the corpse, and went off to find Nae with the gift of a freshly-killed Dreadlord.

 

So... points?

 

(I was honest with everyone, I did say it wasn't a stabbing.) ;)

[Christine]

*sniffles*

 

 

They grow up so fast.

[Christine]

Naeeeee can I borrow 50 points?

[Nynaeve]

I'd give you some... but i don't really want to. ^_^

 

 

 

 

Nyn