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Renault Caron: Renault is sitting in his usual table, waiting with his patient, deep eyes a scanning. Is someone going to arrive? Hard to tell, but he’s in full black suit (not velvet), and seems...eager.
Ziv: And lo, here arriveth Ziv, wearing their pink leather jacket and a new dress! This one is a fit-and-flare knee-length dress with shimmering jellyfish and stars all over them, as well as burgundy tights and a pair of knee-high, lace-up boots. Their eyes glitter happily as they scamper across the club in Renault's direction.
Renault Caron: Renault looks to the door and breaks into a grin, standing in case Ziv desires to charging hug him. “Hey, you, how are you doing tonight? You look amazingly cute in that outfit, by the way, that’s a new dress, isn’t it?”
Ziv: And that's exactly what they do, as is their rite and custom: Ziv flings their arms around his neck and peppers Renault's face with greeting kisses. "It is! I got some ModCloth gift certificates in our Hanukkah gift exchange at shul, so I got a new dress." And of course, it's got sea creatures on it. They let go of his neck, take a step back, and twirl in place. "You look lovely, too. It's been too long."
Asbolus: While saying that he was in his element would be a stretch, Asbolus was in his season and a note of added confidence could be seen in the man as he made his way into the club. He hadn't gone home to change after work, leaving the Darkling looking rather sharp both sartorially in the all-black ensemble and metaphorically thanks to the touch of the Wyrd being honed to a fine enough edge that the air about him seemed to part in his wake from time to time. Pale eyes scanned the room for any familiar faces, taking in the room with a practiced air.
Renault Caron: Renault manages to get a few counter-kisses in through the barrage from the excited Changeling, grinning and resting a hand on their back. “A good gift for you, I think. And yes, it has, hasn’t it?”
He glances up at the shift in atmosphere, and grins. “Hello, Asbolus, good to see you.” Looking back to Ziv, he asks, “Would you mind if he joined us for a bit?”
Ziv: The Siren curls into Renault's side and turns their face up toward his. "Yeah, I felt totally seen," they laugh, running a hand through their shaggy hair. "And this dress is fancy, it makes me feel ... nice."
Asbolus can tell when Ziv looks directly at him, because their solid black eyes suddenly have hollow white irises in them, a brilliant white that fixes on him and then disappears entirely when they look away.
And then a double take, and Ziv makes a little "Whu!" sound, blinking rapidly. It takes a second for a proper reaction. "... that would be fine."
Asbolus: Asbolus looked towards the table at the greeting, offering the Lord a wave and a smile. Spotting Ziv at his side made the Darkling pause as a similar look of surprise crossed his features, taking a moment to compose himself before venturing over to the table. "Good evening, and good seeing you as well." He looked to the pair as he spoke, making sure that Ziv knew they were included in the statement.
Renault Caron: “I’m glad you feel that way, and it is fancy, in a very you way. I’m glad it makes you feel good.”
Renault looks between the two, and guides Ziv to slide with him into the bench around the table, gesturing for Asbolus to join them. “Ah, sorry, have you two actually met? I can’t tell if it’s been a long time, or this is a new meeting.”
Ziv: They follow him into the bench alongside the table, curling up next to Renault comfortably and chewing on their lower lip with blunted white teeth contrasting with their night-river-in-a-glass-bottle body. (At least, as Asbolus can see it.)
Neon lights flash pink and yellow across their skin, and they clear their throat delicately, offering Asbolus a little smile. "Not here, and a few years ago, but yes," they offer quietly.
Asbolus: "Two ships passing in the night, as it were." Asbolus nodded in agreement as he claimed a seat for himself, looking to Ziv with a small smile. "Glad to see you made it here, though."
Renault Caron: Renault blinks slowly. “Huh, fancy that. I met Asbolus here as a friend of Jack’s, what a small world, hmm? My, well, I hope I haven’t made things awkward, then.” He wraps his arm around Ziv and squeezes, not a possessive gesture but a hopefully comforting one.(edited)
Ziv: "Or going in the same direction and getting separated by storms," Ziv replies. The Siren smiles brightly, curling their head down onto Renault's shoulder, and then laughs softly. "It doesn't surprise me that you're Jack's friend," they offer. "He seems to know all the best people." A fluttering wave of their hands, which to Asbolus appear webbed, and they assure, "No, no. It's fine."
"Are you well, then?" They ask.
Asbolus: "I'm honored to be a friend of Jack's, no question of that. I've moved in with him and his partners as of late, in fact, along with working as a manager at a theater here in town. Yourself?"
Renault Caron: Renault smiles as the two have a chance to catch up a bit, chuckling as Asbolus goes into his housing situation. “Ah, well, I’ve accidentally met another resident of The House, then. It’s quite the happening place, isn’t it?” He glances to Ziv. “Jack and I have conspired for me to meet the others before I visit the place and run the gauntlet.”
Ziv: "Have you now? How delightful." Ziv curls one booted foot up underneath their backside and leans in against Renault comfortably. "It seems like a nice place! I've been there once, I met Alex, who is super cute and honestly I have a tiny crush on, and it's a very homey place."
"That seems like a good idea. I've met Mearcstapa but never Lux, ironically."
Asbolus: "That it is." Asbolus nodded to Renault with a small smirk. "It took a little adjusting after living by myself for a time but the change was much needed."
Renault Caron: “Oh, yeah? Lux...quite the name. Mearcstapa is too, of course; I met him too, he was...a fascinating person to meet. I think I like him.” He chuckles, and waves to one of the staff, who apparently knows him and comes over to ask for drink orders.
Ziv: "I mean, it's basically the same as my name," Ziv explains. "Ziv means 'light' in Hebrew, after all." There's a brief glance over at Asbolus, and they append, "And yes, I've been told Aaron has a type."
They turn their attention to the server, then, flashing her a smile and ordering a Chambord sour.
Asbolus: "Mine's the Greek word for dust, so I can't say much." Asbolus added, smirking a touch at Ziv's comment. "Not a bad thing, that." When the server came by he ordered a gin and tonic, keeping it simple for the moment.
Renault Caron: “Mmm, that’s fair, I suppose,” he says as he looks at Ziv for a long moment, before ordering a melon ball.
“Mine is an old Germanic name meaning ‘counsel-rule’, an interesting thing to be adopted by the French, no?” He looks at Ziv some more, clearly thinking, though he does offer them a smile.
Ziv: "Is it? That's a very pretty word for something so... ubiquitous and ephemeral," offers Ziv thoughtfully, taking a sip of their cocktail when it arrives but moments later. A vague shrug to Asbolus. "It's not, just sort of warding off the usual comments."
A little content sigh because they do like their drink. "... hmmm. I wouldn't have expected much Germanic to be adopted by the French, but it suits you." They flutter their eyelashes at him, then blink twice. "What?"
Asbolus: "That ubiquity is what drew me to the name at the time. I've forgotten most of the Greek I learned in school, but that stuck out for some reason." He accepted the drink from the server, taking a sip and nodding with approval. The exchange of looks between the pair earned a curious quirk of the eyebrow, but he remained silent for the moment to see what unfolded.
Renault Caron: “Mmm, thinking about how beautiful you are. And something else I shouldn’t say in a bar,” Renault adds with a wink, both playful and a signal it’s that kind of thing he can’t say. Jack can attest he has relatively little shame about more mundane inappropriate topics. “Nothing bad, I promise, just this talk about names getting me thinking.”
Ziv: A little snort from Ziv, and they nudge against his hip, taking another sip from their drink. "Well, you'll have to explain it later, then." The compliment has them blushing - a scattering of pink neon reflecting against their dark water body for Asbolus- and they clear their throat. "What do you do these days?" they ask the other party at the table.
Asbolus: "I handle the day to day operations at a theater here in town after Mearcstapa introduced me to the owner. Not quite the same as being on the stage itself, but I've been enjoying the work."
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