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Renault:
Renault offers his arm as the two Kindred make their way to the club, an easy smile on his face. “If I am to woo you, I suppose I should have an idea of what you expect. Should I stick to more modern styles, or spring in some classics, hmm?” He walks at an easy pace as they approach the club and the beat pulsing from it.
Titania:
Titania takes that arm leaning on it. Trying oh so hard to look dainty. There is a reason she doesn't interact with Mortals.
"Thats up to you really. Do whatever you think would best woo someone that has been asleep for a while."
There is a pause.
"Maybe start with a classic."
Her steps are steady even if a little confused at the intensity of the sounds. Its so loud even from this distance.
Renault:
That wins another smile from the Ventrue, who leans over to murmur in her ear, “It’s going to be rather loud, so stay close to me.” She’ll feel warmth in his breath as he Blushes, and continues, “We can leave anytime, so relax and focus on enjoying yourself. No matter what, I’ll have had the pleasure of having such a gorgeous woman on my arm.”
Titania:
Titania takes that as a hint to blush, for the first time in literal centuries. There is a little stutter in her step as she drops her tremor sense relying on her eyes to walk.
A nod of her head. "Oh im sure I can manage a rowdy group of revelers."
Renault:
His hand lays on hers on his arm, his thumb stroking the soft skin on its back, warmed by her pseudo-living pseudo-blood.
“I have no doubt of that. But the clamor of so many beating hearts in proximity can be a lot, especially if you aren’t prepared.”
As they approach the doors he smiles to her and nods before wading into the noise and light and heat of the gathered humanity. “Would you like a drink? If you’ve never had a cocktail they’re quite something.”
Titania:
Titania is attempting to remember how to breath. Trying her best to look normal. Well, as normal as she can.
"I appreciate the warning none the less." A tilted head. "A cocktail, yes I have heard of these. I would love to try one."
Renault:
He walks with her to the bar, offering her a seat and helping her onto the stool in a polite but unnecessary way.
“Lets see here…yes, a menu,” he says as he grabs one to lay in front of her, leaning against the bar close to her but not totally up in her space. “There’s quite a variety…perhaps we’ll go with something flavored like something you like? Apricot or raspberry or peach, perhaps?”
Titania:
Titania daintily gets onto the stool. Looking at the menu.
After a moment she decides.
"I would like the long island iced tea. That sounds like a lovely start."
Renault:
“Trying many alcohols at once is a discerning choice,” he says with a grin, before turning to wave down a bartender. His other hand just touches her side as he twists his body, as if incidental to his arm moving to help keep him balanced.
Titania:
Titania tilts her head at that motion but doesnt seem to take note of it.
"I have tried the alcohols separately so why not together. Its not like itll hit me."
Bones/Roger - PatchR (he/him) — Yesterday at 8:30 PM
Titania would recognize the person coming through by scent and looks, but she seemed to have an extra air about her tonight. She was done up, with a chic jean jacket and slacks with boots laced and tied up tight. through the calf. She wore a black cami beneath it and it revealed some cleavage but not unheard of in a club.
Klaire, or Psyche among the vamps, was dragged along by the excited Obrimos. SHe had been told all about meeting new changelings and how she wanted to get out and date now. She needed a wing woman!
Renault:
For the moment Renault doesn’t notice the gorgeous newcomer, focused on the woman in front of him. “It’s an interesting drink, is all. An…illusion of flavors.”
He smiles slightly, and leans a little closer. “If I’m being too subtle, let me know. But it seems, at least, that my touch doesn’t bother you too much. Had to check, norms about that sort of thing have varied a lot, and you are quite…old school, as they say these days.”
Titania:
"Its all an illusion really, me, you, this club. Its all fake."
There is a nod to Bones with a controlled smile.
"It doesnt bother me, confuses me a touch, but im trying to be open. Trying to live in the now." Her voice lowers to barely a whisper. "I am still old and always worried about our peoples intents with me."
Diablere, always on her mind.
Bones/Roger - PatchR (he/him) — Yesterday at 8:42 PM
The Obrimos smiled as she saw the Crone and headed towards the pair, but kept a polite difference unless invited. In the mean time, she ordered a bahama mama and sighed happily.
Klaire:
Following behind Tommy was another woman, one who was done up a bit too nice for a club and didn't entirely look like she wanted to be there. A white dress, heels, and her hair tied back, not even Ylva could recognize this as Klaire except by the monarch butterfly tattoo on her right shoulder. One done personally by Ylva.
Klaire stuck by Tommy and her eyes moved over to where Tommy was looking, a confused look but in the meantime she ordered a drink. What drink? Who knows, the player doesn't know bars. She was trying her hardest to be there for a friend though.
Renault:
Renault smiles softly. “Well. To put it simply, a little touching is…part of indicating interest and feeling out comfort zones. As you can see from the dancing,” he says with a nod of his head, “that’s a big part of the experience. As for my…intentions, and your concerns…” He looks at her proper, though at her nose instead of directly into her eyes.
“I want to have a charming evening, that goes where it may, and if I can help you have a good time, then it was a good evening for me. I know you have no reason to trust me overly much, but then, neither do I, hmm? Shall we call truce on…shenanigans?”
He catches the looks being through about, and looks to the other two women with just a hint of appreciation in the gaze, before looking back to Titania. “Acquaintances?”
Titania:
Titania reaches a hand and attempts to touch Renaults side in a similar manner, it is awkward and stilted but. Shes trying.
"A lovely evening spent with a gentleman of fine taste. I can work with that. No shenanigans. Let us pretend to be normal."
She nods her head gently "Yes, I have met one of them, goes by the name Bones." Whom she gives a nod of invitation to.
Bones/Roger - PatchR (he/him) — Yesterday at 8:58 PM
Within her mind, she spoke to Klaire, <That beautiful woman with the whole ancient goth get up? She's actually an ancient goth vampire. She's 800 years old, and a powerful witch among her people. She's the one from the Waffle Incident.>
She wrapped an arm around Klaire's waist in a protective manner, and started walking towards the Kindred, "Titania! So lovely to see you. Are your pets at home?"
Klaire:
Klaire listens to the messages through her telepathy, eyes going wide before nodding.
<The one with the Lost you burned? Really, 800 years? That's...an amazingly long time.>
She is dragged forward, a little worried and clearly nervous about being in a club...but its for Bones. She gives a silent wave to the vampires, not sure if she should introduce herself yet. The mention of pets does seem to get her attention though.
Renault:
“That’s an awfully rude question when I’m right here,” Renault answers Bones with a bright grin and a wink, leaning a little closer to Titania and lightly laying a hand on her back as she faces those approaching.
“I hope you both are having a lovely evening out, since it’s such a lovely evening to be out.”
His French accent is rough. Pepe Le’Pew sounds like a newscaster compared to this guy. It would seem fake, if it wasn’t so flawlessly natural. So instead it sounds like silk sheets, cheep wine, and expensive tobacco.
Titania:
Titania chuckles at that.
"Oh I sent the other two home. This one decided he wished to take me out on a date. Quite the novel idea really."
She smiles sipping at her drink. The first thing Bones would have seen her imbibe.
"Please who is your new friend. Another young face of your social club?"
Bones/Roger - PatchR (he/him) — Yesterday at 9:11 PM
Her hand moved to Renault for a shake, a grin and a wink back to the man, "Nice to meet you. Lots of folx call me Bones. I'm an archaeologist, and people that it was the same as an anthropolgist for a while, so the name stuck as much as I corrected them," she shook her head at the past incidents, then Titania, "A date? Your first? Interesting. This is Klaire. Klaire, Titania, or Titi," a wicked little grin to the Crone.
Klaire:
Klaire notes the accent, her own is vaguely French, watered down. A mix of French and local perhaps. She judges the reaction of Titi but decides to play it safe.
"It is a pleasure to meet you Titania. You may also call me Psyche if you wish. I hope your date is going well."
Renault:
“I hope it’s going well too,” he says with a wink to Klaire. “I am Renault Caron, far from Paris, where I was born.”
He smiles to Titania. “How’s the drink?”
Titania:
She gives Bones a look, the same look she gave Vinny but without the eyes.
Followed by finishing her drink and setting it on the table where it shatters in her hand. Her eyes never leaving Bones.
"Oh. Dear me. I mustn't know my own strength."
A mock upper class giggle. Seemingly unbothered by the shattered glass. No blood on her hand.
"A pleasure to meet you aswell Psyche. Thank you for bringing me your lovely wife Cupid."
Bones/Roger - PatchR (he/him) — Yesterday at 9:28 PM
She smiled at the Vampire, "Some Guy calls you that, and I can't, I'm hurt," she teased more. The look might have scared her normally, but she was hopped up on some magic right now, "But seriously, I have to tease you a little bit after the last time we saw each ohter..." before glancing to Renault, "So are you part of her Circle?"
Vorpal:
The restroom is empty. And then it isn't. There's a moment spent adjusting her skirt- it's not in danger of riding up, but it's hard not to FEEL like it is, isn't it?- and then the jacket over it that isn't at all an excuse to hide the back holsters for her knives. V steps out of the restroom to the sound if shattering glass and an insincere titter.
It's a task, but she starts melting through the crowd in their direction, most of her attention on pretending to be something within the bounds of mortal grace and elegance.
It is not easy.
Klaire:
Klaire smiles politely to Renault. "Klaire Henriette, my mother is from Paris." In French, "A pleasure to meet you. I think she may need another drink however."
Back in English to Titania, eyeing the broken glass and raised emotions carefully. "Bones is...simply a friend. My partner is certainly Cupid, and...how do I put this lightly..." a pause of mock thought. "...horny. And I am not, so I found it a fun comparison. You seem to know your mythology though, where are you from, you must have had a lot of time to learn."
Her eyes flick to Bones, a pleasant smile still on her face. <"I would cool it. We don't want what happened at Maddys to happen here, right?">
Titania:
"Some Guy. Has earned my respect. You my dear. Have lost any that you had."
Her accent leans into German as she speaks.
"I am from a small town in Germany and I like to keep up on the old myths."
Renault:
”Your friend may need to pace herself, the night is young for starting a fight,” he answers Klaire smoothly in French, nodding his head.
He titters softly and produces a handkerchief to press to Titania’s hand, murmuring in her ear in Latin, ”I’ll back you, but I don’t think we should get into too much trouble,”. He smiles a little, and winks.
Bones/Roger - PatchR (he/him) — Yesterday at 9:43 PM
To Klaire mentally, <She's got too much experience to rage in the middle of a mortal club. ANd there's no fire now. Also, Psyche and Cupid are married in the mythologies.>
She picked up the glass without worries. Even pieces that looked like they pushed into her skin, didn't seem to cut it. When one of the staff came, she had it all balled up in a napkin... and it was all of it, thanks to some simple magics.
And then the part about respect seemed to hit tthe woman. Even through the magical enhancements, her ability to conceal wasn't that great.
"Great, great.. open mouth, insert foot... this is why you don't try to joke," she said to herself before taking a big drink.
Klaire:
<"Im aware, thats why I chose the name.">
Klaire looks to the side and notices Vorpal, a surprised look on her face. She leans towards Renault and speaks in French. "Nope, your turn. Im buying your date a drink."
"Miss Titania, I would hate for a shattered cup to ruin your evening, might I buy you another and introduce you to a friend?"
Titania:
Titania looks to Renault with a smile speaking in smooth Latin.
"All is dealt with. She has been reminded that her place is beneath me."
Then continuing in English she adds to Klaire.
"Is that quite proper. Is that how dates work. Are we still passed around. Well."
She hops off the stool taking Klaire by the arm with far beyond human strength and nodding.
"It is your turn to woo me. I shall return to you soon pet."
Vorpal:
V kept weaving her way closer, step by step through the crowd. She drowned out much of the club, focusing on what she could match to the lips moving that she could see- Klaire's, Bones', the couple with them. There was French- a lot of French, a language she hadn't picked up yet- Bones commenting something about mouth and feet- either there was a cow disease afoot or she'd made a misstep of some sort- and Klaire seemed to be trying to peacemake somehow, and-
"All is dealt with. She has been reminded that her place is beneath me."
There is no leeway to see it in the crowd, but for a moment, Vorpal's shadow loses absolutely all softness as a polite smile creases her expression. Titania would recognize that expression. It's the expression of an Elder pretending at niceties, one that is reserved so far beyond the human norm that the best they can do is paint a smile on their mask of an expression.
"Good evening, ladies. I trust I'm not interrupting."
Renault:
Renault sighs as he watches Titania and Klaire whisk off, then steals a drink off a tray as it goes by and looks to Bones. “Oh, it seems we’re off to a rollicking start. Most of your evenings go this way, or is tonight exceptional?”
Bones/Roger - PatchR (he/him) — Yesterday at 10:18 PM
Dourly, to Renault, "I have a habit of making people upset with their eccentricities that I do not recognize. Grew up a bullied bookworm, so social graces are a bit of a thing for me..."
She looked up and broke into a beaming smile, nearly running to V's side to wrap her arms around her waist and give her a very big hug-squish. As big as a Strength 2 human could give a fae of impossibly long stories.
Klaire:
A glance to Bones. <"Let me know if you need anything, but I'm going to cool her off.">
Klaire is taken by the arm, and she is not particuarly strong so she goes along.
"They can be, while I am certain you are fun to woo I have already found my one and only. She is as beautiful to me as the night sky and I won't give her up for anything, so I am afraid you'll need to find someone else."
As they approach Vorpal, Psyche doesnt say much. She doesn't know what caused it but she's seen that look before. She herself is supernatually empathetic as well. "Titania, Vorpal. Vorpal, Titania. Have you two met before? And would either of you like a drink? I promised that I would spend some cash tonight and well...I think I need some help you see."
Titania:
"Oh you can still woo me even if it won't amount to much. Teach me how thjs modern dating works."
There is a forced smile to Vorpal. That same forced niceties.
"A pleasure to meet you Vorpal."
A slight bow. An oddity from Titania
Vorpal:
One arm slid out in a gorgeously sleek movement to catch Bones as she dove against Vorpal's side, tucking her in against her side as she listened to Klaire's introduction. Pieces are clicking together.
Is that how dates work. Are we still passed around.
Teach me how this modern dating works.
V's eyes narrow towards Klaire- briefly, just briefly- at the offer of a drink- and her expression relaxes to that placid "what seems to be the problem, officer" smile as she recalls Klaire has no reason to know not to offer. "Titania~" Oh, it's awful. The gulf between the pleasant tone to her voice and its absolute absence in her eyes should echo Experiences either endured or observed for the ancient woman. "The pleasure, I'm sure, is mine." She bends in a bow- exactly, exactly, exactly as deep as Titania's, with a delicate flourish of her free hand, between them at her waist and thus out of eyeline for essentially everyone outside their little quartet. It's small, but that flourish is not restrained and briefly, discretely, puts out a statement of Beyondness kept to the four of them as her wrist and fingers swirl through an all-too-elegant motion. To anyone else? A trick of the light, if they even managed to see it. Nobody could move like that. They wouldn't believe it even if V had left the chance for it to be seen properly.
"I'd be just delighted to help you spend your money, Klaire. Do lead the way?"
Renault:
Renault sips his drink and sighs quietly but dramatically. “I end up a fifth wheel on my own date? Me?” he asks no one in particular, making a little gesture with his glass of stolen liquor. “What a night this has turned out to be.”
Bones/Roger - PatchR (he/him) — Yesterday at 10:41 PM
"Klaire's one of my besties, V. Keep an eye, aye?" she leaned over to kiss Vorpal's jaw before slipping back to the original table/drink area with her bahama mama. THen once it was in hand, she returned near the kindred Frenchman, putting an arm around him instead, "Well if my date stole your date, why don't I still you?"
Klaire:
Klaire looks between the group, a sigh on her lips but she holds her head high and fakes a smile. She's done that for years.
"I think a drink will help us all. As for wooing, perhaps another day, I need to speak to my partner before I ever feel comfortable with that. Boundries are quite important."
She leads the power stat 10 people away as delicately as she could, feeling the bombs with a finger millimeters over the detonate button at all times.
Titania:
Titania smiles at that flourish. Smiles at the mirrored bow and smiles at exactly what she can see in Vorpals expression.
Now this is a play partner. What a fun night this is turning out to be.
"Why would you offer me a drink then?" She asks with a hint of confusion.
"I could do with another drink though and a lovely new face to spend the night with. How well this date is going."
Renault:
Renault grins. “Oh, by all means, then,” he says to Bones, slipping an arm around her in return and sipping his drink. “You may have to give me back by the end of the night though, I’m not sure whether Titania will want to share or not. Either way, I’m all yours for the time being,” he purrs, smiling easily.
Bones/Roger - PatchR (he/him) — Yesterday at 11:14 PM
"So France?" she sipped at her drink before continuing, "Before Napoleon or after?" a pique of the brow
Klaire:
Klaire shakes her head and answers Titania.
"As a sign of friendship. I am not interested in sex or offering my neck if that is what you are after, but I am here for friendships and frankly...a chill evening after working today. Would you care to join me for that Miss Titania?"
Setting expectations is an inportant step.
Vorpal:
V followed Klaire back to the origination point and let Bones slip away to flirt with Renault, folding her hands calmly over her belly as she did, gliding in their wake with barely restrained elegance. "I'll keep both on her, if you like, Miss Bones," she coos, sidling along towards their destination, silently neglecting to place a drink order. She doesn't comment on Bones disengaging in favor of Renault, nor on Klaire doing her best to engage Titania in healthy boundary expressions, but at Bones' comment, she gasps. "¡Señorita Bones! Una dama nunca pregunta y un caballero nunca dice."
Titania:
Titania tilts her head at that comment the slightest raise of an eyebrow.
"Ah yes. The youths do seem to be nigh eating each others necks don't they. Quite improper that."
She orders a bloody mary. It had to be done some time didn't it.
"How has the night been treating you Vorpal I trust not too..." she cuts off as Vorpal speaks to Bones.
"Stressful." Is finished as a mutter under her breath. Grip tightening right to the limit of comfort on Klaires arm.
Renault:
“After all of them,” he replies to Bones, grinning. “You know, as everyone in the last hundred and seventy years is.” He laughs easily. “But yes, France. Charming place, just like the movies. But then you weren’t there, mademoiselle.”
Bones/Roger - PatchR (he/him) — Yesterday at 11:30 PM
She blushed and grinned in reply, "You are smooth, Monsieur," said like a Spaniard trying to replicate their neighbors, "What are your hobbies then?"
Klaire:
Klaire orders herself a drink, a slight wince as Titania grips her arm, but a deep breath focuses herself.
"What are your thoughts on Bones, Miss Titania? I'm curious what such...an experienced mind has to offer for someone so young."
Vorpal:
"Stressful? Oh, I'm right as rain," Vorpal murmurs as she returns her attention towards Titania and Klaire. "It's a matter of propriety, dear, that's all. I find it terribly impolite to discuss one's age, or another's, outside private company. In fact, I've found it prudent to take care even with second hand reference. One never does know who might be listening, after all, and it'd be ever so embarrassing to be caught out by some young thing recording her night out. That's the thing with the world being so connected these days, Titania," Vorpal cooed delicately. "Once a thing is known online, it's known. Pandora's Box closes only on hope, sadly."
She let Klaire speak, eyes alighting on Titania at the inquiry.
Titania:
She responds to Klaire first keeping her eyes locked with Vorpal.
"My dear I would give her the same advice that I am going to give you and the same advice that young Vorpal has just given me."
There is a slight pause for dramatic affect and a gentle pat to Klaires arm.
"Think before one speaks."
Renault:
“Hobbies? Oh, I have a few. I go out to lovely establishments like this, I do a little charity work, a little historical and theological research. I even lead a Bible study.” He sips his drink. “I don’t have a day job, so. Lots of spare time.”
Bones/Roger - PatchR (he/him) — Yesterday at 11:59 PM
"Oh, very interesting. I am an Archaeologist with a specialty in SYmbology," she said softly to Renault, deciding that with the way things are going, a little backup might be useful, and pulled an imago out of their metaphorical pocket. Suddenly the entire world was a flat plane, the entire room and all of its angles in her perception. Just in case.
Klaire:
Klaire takes the second to thank the bartender for her drink, and gives a small smile to Titania.
"I do think. I also feel. Psyche is the goddess of the soul, and I feel it's an accurate name. Bones does not always think, no, but take the time to realize they mean well and are endearing, and they are quite enjoyable to be around. If you instead push everyone away as soon as they upset you the slightest bit, you'll be lonely and won't have anyone to lean on when you need it."
Klaire takes a sip of her drink.
"But after all, wooing is not my strong suit, and you have far more experience than I do. I trust that your judgement has carried you this far, but do consider that old experience isnt always the most useful."
Vorpal:
"Mmm. Wise words." But of course they were, they were hers. Settle down, there, V.
"I can speak to Psyche's wisdom on this, at least. My absolute favorite people often drive me mad. Sometimes by interfering where I think well enough should be alone; sometimes by confronting me with things I prefer not to admit I've failings at; sometimes because it's someone else's turn to be fawned over and how dare they not focus on me at all moments where I desire it."
She thinks a moment and then holds up a finger to mark her thought. "The measure of a relationship is not in the diminutives of their irritations, but in the ways they make surviving them worthwhile. That. Is what I think."
Titania:
Titania all but ignores Klaires response, her arm not moving but her play partner was back.
"Should I agree with your words there Vorpal. Should I feed your ego is that what you desire or are you actually trying to impart wisdom."
She twists her hand at Vorpal, that same measure of grace. It costs her blood to do but its worth it for the effect. She has got a nice new blood bag ready.
"I do not have the luxury of forming bonds like you do. I must move on in the next decade or so. Work calling me away. I lean on my betters, I lean on those that have earned that respect. Bones is an interesting creature, they have a wide breath of knowledge but do not know how best to speak it. Perhaps in time they will learn to."
Another pat of Klaires arm. "Ah to think of being lonely. For that to be what drives you." A click of her tongue. Eyes never leaving Vorpals.
Renault:
“Fascinating,” Renault replies in all seriousness. “This isn’t the time, perhaps, some other night we can get all nerdy about the past, hmm?” He smiles for a moment. “What about you? Any fascinating hobbies?”
Bones/Roger - PatchR (he/him) — Today at 12:18 AM
"I would love to sometime," she offered a card to the Vampire with Bones and a number.
Klaire:
Klaire leans away from the Vampire, her polite smile fading.
"That's quite sad, personally. Perhaps you've lost more touch than you realize Miss Titania. That or you revel in other's pain. I certainly hope it's only the first or else this will have been quite a disappointing night."
She glances to Bones to see how she is doing. She's on guard now, ready to escape if she needs.
Bones/Roger - PatchR (he/him) — Today at 12:28 AM
As Renault made their exit, she decided to move back to the trio of ladies. Her arms wrapped around Klaire on one side and Vorpal on the other, while keeping her eyes downcast a bit.
Vorpal:
Vorpal finally laughs. It's a small thing, but sincere, clearly in response to being asked if her ego needs fed. "Oh, never. My ego is many things and few of them pleasant, but none among them is "starved." No, I am somewhere between "oh, how wonderfully wise am I" and "I thought we were having a conversation" just now. No need to engineer your reply to my imagined specifications, Titania."
She smiles, again. Wider. At the display of elegance. Listens to the reply, assessing the words as presented.
V looks to the left, to the right, as she speaks, making a point of observing the throng of people around them as she replies. "I should hardly think it appropriate to say," the word is emphasized delicately, but firmly in the absence of extraneous focus on the words surrounding, "-a decade or so to be an insignificant time for cultivating connection." Titania, sweetheart, what did we just say about secondhand references to age? "I would question your choice of the word "luxury." I think, perhaps, it could be more accurately replaced with "talent", or perhaps even "skill." Not to diminish you in the slightest, or even to contest your self assessment, but to emphasize the ability to change that current fact. Certainly, in ten years time you may well find yourself moving to other pastures. Many of us do. My own occupation kept me moving through- I want to say a half dozen different cities over the course of the past decade, and even over a couple years, or a couple months, meaningful connections can be made- if we continue to cultivate the skill to do so. And every last one of them ended, yes. Every single thing does. Even an ageless immortal plucked from the pages of myth will die one day, either when the sun expands to consume the world, or when the last star dies and the universe dies of heat death.
The impermanence of a thing cannot be tolerated as a reason not to pursue it- or the impermanence of life will demand we end it."
Titania:
Titania smiles wide, unnaturally so, but its for just a moment.
Followed by a nod and a click of her tongue.
"I gain a point just to lose it in the same sentence. Deary me Titania you are out of practice. Perhaps then dear Vorpal you could offer me a lesson in forming bonds. From my perspective this one seems to be going quite well. We have only just met and yet are bandying responses like the most interesting of play partners."
There is a hint of a pause as she thinks then replies to Klaire. That response coming after the more interesting member of the night.
"Oh dear Psyche. I realize exactly where I am, I know exactly what I am. Do you? You seem to be sitting on a knife edge, more out of practice than me."
Klaire:
Klaire sighs as the two retaliate with each other.
"I know exactly what you are, need I remind you that we are in public. Please explain as I am evidently inferior and you wish to gloat." Klaire gives a hint of sarcasm, and an internal grumble that she's never going to a club again. The drinks are good though! She takes a sip.
Vorpal:
The invitation to offer a lesson in making friends is an unexpected one, and Vorpal considers it for a long moment. "You know, that actually sounds a treat. We've just met, you and I- let's us see what we can make of this blossoming connection. Let's us reassess ourselves in- say- a month's time, and see where we stand?"
She does hold up a finger. "However, if we're to embark on this little adventure together, I would ask to hear you say you'll refrain from declaring or implying my associates beneath you-" A pause, a wobble of her head. "-at least out loud?"
Titania:
"Well then my dear, shall we call it a date? We can meet somewhere a little more free and converse."
A tilt of her head at the held up finger. "Agreed, I will ensure that any comments regarding your associates remain wholly in my head not to spoken out loud."
And with that she turns to leave.
Klaire:
Klaire rolls her eyes in exasperation, buying herself and Tommy an extra drink. Drinking and teleporting probably won't be a good idea later, but thats why she has Tommy there.
Bonus:
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