[color=fff79a]  Y'Vanna had been doing her best not to make too much eye contact with Maréngo, but she could certainly feel a lustful tension growing deep down in her belly. She had always had bad luck with men and she knew that making eye contact with a semi-burly, musclebound sailor was not in her best interests at the moment. It could be said that Y'Vanna wasn't known for her decision making skills, and when he spoke... she just couldn't do it. She looked right at him, and then immediately shifted her focus back to the pheasant, taking a large bite, mincing it voraciously. [i]What the fuck are you doing Y'Vanna? - she thought[/i]. Solange interjected and Y'Vanna was glad she did. Y'Vanna shoved her glass over as soon as she offered to fill it. Then Vargas chimed in.

     [color=00aeef]"Of that I am most certain darling..."[/color] he said, Y'Vanna was unable to contain a snicker to the retort. He turned to acknowledge the party. [color=00aeef]"Goodnight to you all, and I bid you good fortune on your journey."[/color]

     And with that Vargas made his exit. He was a prudent man at times, but he was always about his money first. That was a given. He was also the sort of man who would walk out of the room and not give this affair another thought until they returned either, and that's exactly what he did. Vargas could be detestable at times, but there was a certain air of confidence about him that one had to admire, if nothing else. He had managed to accomplish a lot for one man, especially in a city such as Guillan, even moreso to be said about his line of work. The fact that he had managed to survive for this long was astounding in it's own right.[i] Vargas was a smart man[/i]. He knew people, and more importantly, [i]the right ones[/i]. He also knew how to implement them for a desired outcome. Why, if Vargas wasn't up to his neck in the black market and consorting with undesirables he be a perfect fit for a man of the courts. The man could literally plan kingdoms if he wanted to.
     The party would most likely not see him before they departed, and the tensions in the room seemed to leave alongside him. Y'Vanna rolled her eyes and bit another huge bite from the pheasant leg. Royal pheasants had been bred to produce a more plump fowl and were usually reserved for royalty or other important guests. Vargas having set forth two before them was just another way for him to flex on the party and it made the sweet poultry turn to ash in her mouth. It also fortified the notion that Vargas was not to be fucked with on the grand scale of things for his reach was long, [i]very long[/i]. 

    [color=f7941d] "[i]Ugh[/i], I thought he would never leave..."[/color] she said, letting off a sigh of relief. She took a drink of wine from her glass as she tipped it in gesture to thank Solange. [color=f7941d]"I suppose I owe you all a debt of gratitude on this. I hope I haven't bitten of more than I can chew... [i]we[/i] can chew."[/color][/color]