Log:Fatal Beauty, Scene 2

Fatal Beauty 2013/07/28 	 Mage Porter 2

''Bridgend is an upmarket coastal stretch, between the port to the north and the yacht club to the south, where several main roads meet: Golden Sands Road from the southwest, Ming Street from Chinatown, Bridge Road from Sandy Bottoms Island, and Wharf Street, running roughly parallel to the shore. Some more prominent businesses have warehouses here, but expensive houses and nice cafes, restaurants and shops are more common. The spectacular arch of the bridge to the island guarantees these businesses always have a good tourist trade. ''

After coffee, Liam says goodbye to Fox and steps outside with a mental 'call me if you need me' now that their daily link has been renewed. He pauses outside the door, realizing suddenly that he doesn't have anything on his schedule in the next hour or more.

Porter's coffee is pretty much dead, the conversation, at least the audible one, seems to have followed suit. He gets up as well, with a smile and a wave to Fox, after waiting for Liam to pass the door. Porter then heads out, himself.

The young blonde that Porter and Liam discussed earlier is waiting outside for them. She hangs up her phone, strides up to Liam and rips a business card in little pieces in front of his face.

"I won't be needing your services any more," she says in an acid tone with a satisfied smile on her face.

Liam simply smirks at her and says, "Very well."

Snarling with fury, the blonde slaps him as hard as she can: hard enough that she is shaking her hand with pain as she stomps away. Her fingers are clearly outlined in red on Liam's face.

Porter steps outside just in time to notice a smirk, a snarl, and a slap. None of which are his nor directed at him. That is a little odd. Both his brows arch, and he watches the blonde storm off. "Ouch." He now steps forward and notices the souvenir mark she left Liam. "Guess she's a slow learner?"

Liam touches his face tenderly and works his jaw to make sure everything is still in good working order. "Perhaps I should have dodged that," he muses out loud. "Just bad luck, I guess." He pauses and gives Porter a faintly suspicious glance.

"Hey," Porter lifts his hands in a defensive gesture of innocence, "it wasn't me. That was all her... I'm pretty sure." There's always a chance, he guesses, but he didn't do anything on purpose.

Liam nods, considers his face in the reflection of a window glass, raises his hand as if to gesture, then lets the hand drop. It will fade on its own soon enough.

Porter watches the hand go up, then down. "Not worth the magic? If she'd broke anything important, I'd say you gave her a little too much spring back in her step."

Liam says, "Magic can be addictive. Rely on it too much and you forget how to solve problems without it. In truth, her comment worries me more than the slap."

Porter has to think back for a second. "Oh. Lost customer? Bad PR? Guess that could hurt the business." That's what first comes to Porter's mind as far as what the blonde said.

Liam says, "She said that she no longer needed my services. Not the comment I would have expected to hear from somebody who had grown up enough to realize there is more to life than beauty and no longer desire my services."

"Well, if she still wants that, but doesn't need you for it..." Porter makes his best guess at logic, even if it has to do with magic. "She found another way to get the young thing done to her that you did?"

Liam nods in agreement. "And how many tales of wish fulfillment do you know that ended well?"

Porter shrugs. "None? Including this one?" Well, it didn't end well, really. "But haven't heard alot of tales about it, either."

Liam nods. "This one hasn't ended. I hope."

"Oh... good point," Porter courageously sticks his head out to try and look after the woman, wherever she may have gone. "Might've ended for you, though, if she's serious about not needing you anymore."