Mya-Rae

“Come on, one more game. Maybe you’ll win this time.” Nyssa goaded as she flashed the notes her opponent had just handed over. She had found she was quite good at shooting pool, and it was a fun enough pass-time to keep her occupied. And it was proving at least lucrative enough to pay for her drinks.

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“You’re wayyy too competitive” Mya laughed, shaking her head at the other woman. She liked this. It was easy, and felt relaxed. They hadn’t done anything like this in a while, and she liked it. “But I can beat you. There’s gotta be one thing I’m better at doing than you are” 

“As ever, Alicia has remained tight-lipped on whatever she’s planning with this.” Amelia sighed at the question. “I was hoping you would know more, but clearly not.” She clicked her tongue in dissatisfaction. She didn’t even have Evelyn here in the hopes that there would be at least one person with their sights trained firmly on Alicia the entire night. “I just hope it doesn’t end with me trapped in a public bathroom while gunshots go off again.”

“She really does like to keep tight-lipped on her plans” Mya mused, shaking her head. She really would’ve appreciated to know more, especially considering the way the last event had gone. Though, she had known something was going on. She wondered if something similar might have there. “Clearly we’re not important enough to know “ She mused, a little grin on her lips. “Oh yes.... I’m hoping tonight does not end like that”

“By all means.” Nyssa replied with a small chuckle. “It would be good to fight alongside each other again.” She muttered, genuine in the sentiment. Whenever Mya had been at her back, she had known she was unstoppable. Her expression soured just a little at the mention of Alicia, casting her gaze around the room briefly to see if she could catch sight of her. “Beyond rumours, no. I take it she hasn’t told you the truth of it either?”

“All you have to ask and you know I’ll fight at your side again” Mya mused, a little grin on her face. Mya didn’t like fighting unecessarily these days, but she did adore fighting with Nyssa. They had been an unstoppable force, and she’d been sad when the league had ended, because they hadn’t fought together for a while. “That’s if she even knows” Mya murmured, rolling her eyes. “But no. She hadn’t told me anything. I’m probably just her minion remember”

rory let out a small disbelieving laugh at the sentence breathed next to her before her eyes flickered up to the source, the laugh quickly tempering as she realized it had been the woman that caught rory’s eyes since she got here.”i don’t know, maybe.” rory lied slowly as she turned to the woman, casting a quick side-glance her way before she tried to subtle search her aura for anything suspicious, “what about you? should i get ready for a bidding war?”

Mya had seent his woman a few weeks ago, but had really been too bothered in getting to know her. She couldn’t recall seeing her since either actually. Mya very rarely wanted to get to know people, unless she liked them, or found a good reason to know them. “Oh. I don’t know....” She mused, shaking her head a small smile on her lips. “I’m more interested in who else is going to bid to be honest”

Sara monitored the gentle flow of bodies that circulated feveriously around the room. The saturated gluttony that dripped from their tightly clenched lips only heightened the tension in her shoulders. Whatever is in that box ain’t lookin’ good for anyone in this room. “Gideon, I want a run down of everyone in this room. Soup to nuts, you got it?” It had been a slow recovery for the once buggy AI. She hummed a sweet pleasantry in her com before compiling the data as per the request of her captain.

The rush of another person’s body brushed against her skin but Sara had stepped neatly out of her linear trajectory. The sound of her name falling from her lips had thrown Sara off guard. “Mya-rae,” the recognition only paining the canary with a twinge of skepticism. Was Talia after the box? “I didn’t know you were back in Central City..”

Mya had never really fully known what to think about Sara. The woman had definetly caused a wedge, although it brief, between herself and Nyssa. Mya had a hard time trusting people that hadn’t grown up in the league. She’d been exactly the same around Malcolm Merlyn. So when Sara had turned up, she had been suspicious. She’d hated how much time Nyssa spent with her, time that she had used to spend with her. Looking back down Mya knew she had been jealous. But she would never admit that

“Quite the turnout for a single item.” Amelia mused as she looked around the room. She wasn’t sure how much stock she put into the legend surrounding Alicia’s latest procurement, but it certainly caught some people’s eyes. Either the woman had found something truly of value, or she was as excellent a con artist as she was a painter.

“Must be one hell of a box” Mya murmured as she came up beside Amelia. Sjhe was glad for at least one other familiar face beside Alicia’s. Mya hadn’t really wanted to come to the auction, and was only really here because Alicia had asked her too. “Did Alicia tell you anything about it?” She murmured, curious, since she didn’t know too much herself. She knew of the myths of the box, but wasn’t sure if she believed them or not.

Oh “Hello Sara” She supposed she couldn’t really not greet her kind of old friend since she had nearly bumped into her. She hadn’t actually seen her, and it actually felt a bit awkward. “Lovely to see you” Kind of anyway.

“All this bother about a little box....” She murmured, glancing to the side as she saw someone else. “Are you going to put a bid down?”

“If I hear one more ridiculous story about this box, I may stab someone.” Nyssa muttered under her breath as she managed to get herself away from the man who had decided to regale her with how it was definitely an ancient treasure once belonging to his family - just one of their many riches. “When is the auction over with?” She sighed. She didn’t care to own the item herself, but if it was really the Pandora’s Box her father once coveted, she had to ensure it was buried deep where no one could find it again. Anything her father wanted was not something that should fall into anyone’s hands, even those with good intentions.

“Can i stab them too?” Mya-rae mused, grinning at her friend. There was no denying that the two had bonded over killing all those years ago. And since she was a private assassin, Mya did a lot of killing, and stabbing was one of her favourite things to do. “Sooner rather than laterI hope” Though she did intend to put a bid down. She didn’t really want the box, but was a little bit intrigued. Just the tiniest bit. “I’m only here because Alicia told me to be” And you know. She listened to her box. “You know much about the box?” She had heard rumours, but knew Nyssa knew more than she did.

“Someone’s very confident. I respect it.”

"Mm...” Mya mused, shrugging a little. “Don’t see the point in not being confident. Why hide the truth” 

“You are on, Stevens.” Amelia chuckled as she flagged down the bartender again for another round. “You might have been League but I was in a sorority. Liver of steel.”

“Right. Finally someone’s up for a challenge” Mya teased with a grin. She just laughed, shaking her head. “No way does your little sorority live up with a life in the league”

“Okay then.” Nyssa muttered, pressing her lips together briefly before giving a small nod and rising from her seat. “I’ll… be in touch.”

Mya wasn’t too sure what to think, and where they stood with each other now. It hurt, because she’d never thought she’d not have Nyssa in her life too. “Okay...” She murmured, biting on her lip as she watched her friend stand up.

Jefferson let out a laugh in reaction to both her confusion and her reply. “Good deal. Let’s do this!” the man exclaimed, making some silly movements in the air with his hands. This was one of the first nights he’d had with no work, no wife and no baby since the baby came. The young dad was very tired, but he was not ready to give up his free night just yet. 

Mya just laughed, shaking her head. She didn’t go out very often, but it was fun. At times anyway. She couldn’t deal with this all the time, and drunk people could be really annoying. “Let’s do this” She teased with a grin, shaking her head at his response. She spun on her feet, grinning, and walked over to the bar. “What do you want?”

“You were at the gala that night but you aren’t associated with any of the press outlets and other journalistic enterprises; nor are you an employee of L-Corp. I wanted to know what your relation is to Clark Kent and Alicia Baker.”

Hmm. Very interesting. Mya-Rae titled her head to the side as she looked at the man in front of her. “Funny setting for an interview” She murmured, glancing around the location. “And if I don’t want to tell you? I don’t even know who you are” 

Nyssa pressed her lips together tightly at the reminder of their bond. Mya had always been closer to her than her own blood - it wasn’t much of a competition, but still. She had family, but Mya was the only one who had truly deserved that title. “Things chance… I wasn’t sure if that was one of them.” She admitted.

Mya tilted her head to the side as she looked at Nyssa. She was right. Things did  change but Mya knew that Nyssa would never be one of them. She bit her lip, and then smiled a little. “You will never be one of them. Your my sister. That’s never going to change” Neither of them really had any connections with their actual family. Nyssa was the most important person in the world to her. “I’ll always be on your side” And she hoped Nyssa felt the same.

“Well, mom did say she could babysit all night…” Jax said, weighing the options in his head for a moment before taking the drink and downing it all in one go. “You better not mean ‘on you’ as..” Jax said, gesturing to her body. “’Cause my wife will not be cool with that.”

Mya raised an eyebrow, momentarily confused about his words before she made the connection. “Ooooh. No. No.” She murmured, shaking her head. “For one.... that is not hygienic at all, and also a big waste of alcohol. Only drinks will be from glasses”