It's Been A While // Arnya
Hector couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen Arnya Estacarte. It had to have been months ago in a bar somewhere, and he had to have been plastered. That’s how it always was with Arnya; she’d pop up whenever he least excepted company, entertained him for a while, then disappeared just as soon as he started forgetting what shithole Rapture was. It was part of her charm, and the reason why he liked her so much. That air of mystery kept him guessing.
But today, the disciple decided it was his turn to be a little mysterious. Armed with a bottle of champagne, the actor whistled a cheery tune as he made his way to Arnya’s flat. It was to be an unannounced visit–that was part of the surprise–but he figured she wouldn’t mind. Nothing ever seemed to bother her, really. Even his less-than-sophisticated mannerisms never grated her like it did most. He’d always appreciated that, whether or not she knew.
Finally, as he reached the door to her luxury suite, Hector quit whistling and held a finger down on her bell.
“Specially delivery,” he called out with a grin as he heard her shuffling around inside.