At the same bar, someone else was watching the room. She had eyes just as green, and hair just as blonde, as the woman Leonard was trying to impersonate. But she wasn't that woman.
No, Mireille Yeuxverts was like no one else among the Jovian moons.
She
(more) didn't notice the brothers much at all. She didn't need to. Her eyes could scan the room in a different way - see things others couldn't see - into their hearts, into their deepest desires and fears...
And that's how she found her man.
He was in the uniform of the military of Jupiter. Sleek black and nothing else, save the piping on his collar that showed his rank. A lieutenant commander, Mireille thought to herself. I've done better, gone higher, but this is fine for tonight. The man is good-looking, after all, she thought as he perused his sandy brown hair, and his deep blue, almost black eyes.
She beckoned him to her table shyly, yet flirtatious. He had to know that there was nothing TRULY shy in her gestures, that she made them with all the grace of a highly-accomplished practioner of the art of seduction. She could see from the light in his eyes - and the flutter in his heart - that he was the right one, as he sauntered over to her table.
"So," she whispered to him as he'd sat down, "how is your night so far?"
The lieutenant commander grabbed her hand and kissed it. "Glorious, now that I've spotted you. Assuming you aren't the shapeshifter I've heard of, of course."
She giggled. So she wouldn't have to spit out the ten-letter word of doom, that doomed them all. He knew what she was.
"No, of course not," Mireille sighed. "And glad to see you, too."(less)
