ECHO [Viper's Office] ~ February 2014

Sevastyan appeared with a faint pop at the front doors to the main ECHO building. He had been here a few times before. About three times on business and... he lost track of how many times before his engagement and subsequent marriage... for pleasure. But that was all in the past now. The wizard was a married man, five months into wedded bliss with Kiara. This would have to remain as business. With that in mind, he opened the door and headed inside.

How long had it been since he’d seen Amaranth Viper, anyway? Sevastyan wanted to say at least a year but he couldn’t be sure. It was actually a little strange... first thing they were going together and in the next second the metaphorical flame flickered and turned to mere embers. If there were even embers left.

After acquiring a visitor’s nametag type identification, something the receptionist would not let him proceed without, Sevastyan passed a lot of witches and wizards in the halls. Many of them were people he didn’t know, and were likely headed out to lunch given the time.

Things seemed to have been going well since her and Ethan’s deal with the Bratva for funds. A pity it was the topic of money that brought him here rather than say a poison for a mark. The Russian knew all he needed to do was call in a favor and it’d be done without nary a question. Well, at least none that would be on the record.

The open office that looked more like a mini-bar than anything was completely devoid of human occupants. Sevastyan entered the room and scanned the entire area for the woman whom he’d come to speak with. Checking the next door over, he found a man with long raven hair and sickly-looking pale skin.

“Yes?” asked Ethan Addams, glaring at the man from over a roll of parchment he’d been reading. The tooth-bearing grin that came with the glare just made the man look even creepier.

“Amaranth Viper-“ Sevastyan muttered, though had barely gotten the whole of his sentence out before Ethan jabbed his thumb in the direction of the room the Russian had just been in. Without so much as a word of thanks Sevastyan closed the door and returned to the room.

For several seconds he stood in the center of the room, waiting. Why not make himself at home while he waited? That was the question he was asking himself about now. Sevastyan personally didn’t see the harm in it... so without another word of encouragement or otherwise he acquired a glass of vodka – with ice – and sat in one of the chairs nearest the coffee table.

A copy of the Daily Prophet caught his eye, and thus after a sip from his drink he picked it up as well. The date was for yesterday. He didn’t really care, though, as he hadn’t the chance to read the paper yesterday with his schedule. A drink, something to read... what was he missing?

“Oh, yes,” Sevastyan murmured and retrieved from his pocket a Sobraine Black Russian cigarette – an expensive tobacco product from his home country with a black paper and gold foil filter. He didn’t see an ashtray and thus conjured one almost in the same breath as he’d murmured the spell to light the cigarette.

Now he felt like he was at home, going so far as to prop his feet up on the office owner's desk. All he needed was his wife and some classical music quietly playing in the background and he’d be set.

After a long night of drinking and partying at various clubs throughout the U.K, and even a few in Spain, Viper had just entered the office, despite it being well into the afternoon. While many frowned upon her rather loose and rather irresponsible lifestyle, particularly since she usually spent much more time partying than actually working in the company she now co-headed, Viper could care less. She was raised to always have what she wanted, never to be denied, and it was now a philosophy she lived by. Should there be something she wanted in life, she would stop at nothing to get it.

As she made her way through the office, her personal assistant JC approached her, informing her of all she needed to know for the day, including one tidbit of information that held quite a bit of interest for the witch. "Oh, and Amaranth, there's a man waiting for you in your office. Says his name is Sevastyan Kaminski. Quite easy on the eyes!" he added with a wink.

Admittedly, the flames between them had dwindled to embers, if there even were any of those left. It had all started as a game of sorts for her, when they had first met. She was a school girl at the time, and being with an older wizard had been thrilling, and exciting. Particularly when that wizard was one such as Sevastyan. However, as time passed by it all became rather dull, almost, in Viper's opinion, like a habit, causing the two to eventually go their separate ways. In fact, it had been at least a year since they had seen each other. A long year filled with various developments and changes, if she may add.

Still, if nothing else, this visit was sure to at least be semi-interesting, so the witch opted to play the situation how she normally would any other: flirtatiously and entrancingly. Knowing Sevastyan as she did, she could imagine the wizard would probably have made himself quite at home, probably with a cigarette and drink, and his feet propped up upon her desk. Sure enough, a quick glance towards the door of her office from downstairs had confirmed her suspicions.

Feeling rather mischievous and flirtatious, a result of her particularly exciting evening the previous night, Viper decided to have a little fun with the wizard. Turning on her heel, she took the long rout around the staircase to the secret entrance at the back of her office. Slowly, casting a spell to silence any noise she would make as she approached the wizard, she slipped into her office domain. The witch shrugged off her outer coat, revealing a tight black dragon skin top that clung to her figure and revealed a firm, toned abdomen, followed by a rather short, tight skirt barely skirting the mid of her thigh. All in all it was an outfit more suited for clubbing rather than working in a professional setting.

Sliding behind Sevastyan's relaxing form, the witch slid her hands gently around his head, covering his eyes teasingly, whispering flirtatiously into his ear. "Didn't your Mother ever tell you it's rude to enter a lady's domain without permission?" She laughed softly before releasing his eyes and shifting in front of him, half-sitting, half-leaning on the desk, standing between Sevastyan and the furniture as she watched him with curious, intrigued eyes.

"Sevastyan Kaminski... It's been quite sometime since I've seen you here in Britain. Or anywhere, for that matter. To what do I owe this pleasure? " She inquired with a raised eyebrow before tilting her head slightly to the side, flirtatiously adding. "I'm assuming you're not here solely because you missed me?"