July 18th, 2018.
William was late to their appointment. He was always late, managing to make the other person wait on him regardless of their arrival, something he liked to savor from afar whenever he arrived.
Especially if he was paying for it.
He slunk into the fancy restaurant with his hands in the pockets of his pinstripe trousers and his coat slung under his arm, a concession to the warm night air he truly did not feel. Black patent shoes clicked their way across the marble entry and stopped short of the hostess, whom he pretended not to notice when she smiled and opened her mouth to greet him. Instead he turned his wrist up to glance down at his watch, raised his eyebrows at the position of the hands, and feigned surprise at the hostess' presence. He let her talk for a few moments too long, his gaze already drifting across the interior, then waved a hand and dismissed her mid-sentence as he turned to stroll across the restaurant, to the booth where he anticipated his date would be waiting.
His suit, his fine dark hair, everything was slightly disheveled in the way he preferred. He had a fairly thin frame for the type of man he saw himself as, someone big and important enough to be waited for and waited on, but it was his height that made him imposing. He had a way of leaning like he had to look so far down to see the people around him, the way he did now when he looked in on Tahlia in her corner booth, though there was a bright, toothy smile and an offered cigarette case to go with his constant condescension.
The amount of money someone like William paid to have someone like Tahlia cooling her red-soled heels in a booth for a quarter of an hour bought him not only the time, but the warm smile that greeted him when he did arrive. She was used to his preferences, the little idiosyncrasies that might explain why it was he paid for the privilege. Blonde hair was loosely bound at the nape of her neck, leaving a few artful tendrils to frame her face, just a touch of cosmetics to highlight the natural beauty of her delicate features. The rest of her, or at least what could be seen, was wrapped in a mist green silk top and black pencil skirt, her jewelry simple, although clearly expensive.
One hand rose to accept the case, selecting one before lighting it, and handing the entire thing back to him, her free hand tracing idly along the rim of her wine glass. White, because it was summer, a rather light and crisp pinot from the higher end of the offerings. One of the wait staff arrived as he did, tray in hand, and a glass just starting to bead with condensation awaited William. Tahlia knew her clients. It was her business to. Nearly better than they knew themselves. "I was pleasantly surprised to hear from you..."
William chuckled softly as he slid into his seat, sinking into the spot directly across from her. "Why would you be? You are quite a remarkable woman, Tahlia. It should come as no surprise that I would want your company." The vampire set his fingers on the edge of the glass when it was set down, that and a slight increase in the smile he gave to Tahlia the closest he came to directly acknowledging the waiter — besides the dismissive flicking of his fingers.
His fingertips curled around the wineglass, with a very faint sound as he scratched a little line around it, and his eyes narrowed slyly on the woman across from him. Studying her. Studying her expression. Looking for a sign of where she was, so he could decide where he wanted her to go instead. "I have been thinking about you a lot lately." His smile grew. "About January," he added.
One hand snapped up to the curve where shoulder and neck joined, and the corners of her lips pulled down a fraction. She hadn't expected him to bite her....hadn't even considered the possibility, to warn against it. Only a moment, and then the hand returned to the glass, lifting it for a sip before she answered. "Have you. And yet....this is the first time you've called me since then." There was no argument to his appraisal — she didn't command the fees she did for her looks alone.
That smooth smile returned, her eyes sparkling in the subtle lighting of the bar Enough to see each other clearly, but keep the air of intimacy. And prevent anyone else from catching too much of what went on. "Six months, William....I was beginning to think you'd fallen ill. Or that I'd lost my....appeal..."
"Quite the opposite, darling, but you did warn me. I knew I would not get another taste..." William allowed himself to show the briefest flash of pearly fangs as he dipped his head to his glass, made a show of drinking it while all he did was enjoy its full bouquet. "That is, unless you have had a change of heart. What is it that they say about absence again?" He pretended to catch moisture on his lips, dabbed it away on his napkin.
"Me" No..." He did get a brief, bubbling laugh, though. Tahlia could hardly blame him for trying. "Deathly pale just isn't a good look for me. Besides....I don't much like the idea of being a juicebox." She knew, now, what he was, if she hadn't before. RhyDin had a great many surprises. "I did miss you. I have some very fond memories of the hours we spent in each other's company. I might be persuaded to spend more....provided you promise not to bite."
William's gaze fell to the middle distance of the table between them as he uttered a single, mirthless chuckle and shook his head once. "I have missed our time together, but a man's appetite is a very hard thing to suppress. But, Tahlia....my darling..." He reached out and laid a hand on top of hers, his eyes now gleaming with excitement in that dangerous way he sometimes had, like he might snap someone's neck or swerve into traffic at the drop of a hat. "I do believe we can work something out."
Ah. He raised his chin. He had let himself become weak now, showing too much of what he wanted. Now was the time for turnabout, or the attempt. "I was just having drinks with Samuel the other night....Mr. Adder," he added, and watched her closely.
She rather liked that gleam, but then, she certainly had a taste for dangerous men. Those peridot eyes flicked to his hand on hers, and a wry smile touched her lips. Whatever wry response she might have considered, however, was cut off at the mention of a name. Of course she knew who he was, the man had nearly been Governor, and she'd made some lovely contacts at the Gala he'd thrown. Men like that tended to hold Tahlia's attention, at least for a while. In fact..."I don't think I've seen or heard much of him since the party. Of course, you did rather command my attention for a time there." She took another sip of her wine, smirking around the rim of her glass. "And how is Mr. Adder, these days?"
William raised his eyebrows mildly, affecting a shrug as if he had just brought up the weather. "I would surmise that he is....looking forward to the next step. Looking for a change of pace, perhaps. And do you know, the more we talked, the more I thought, He and Tahlia would get on so very well." Now he smiled as wide as she had ever seen it, when he was truly pleased with himself.
One slim brow rose, and she swallowed a chuckle of her own. It might be that she suspected he had an ulterior motive, but then....didn't everyone" "Some new venture" I keep meaning to get to that club of his, but you know how it is....besides, I heard he's rarely there." She much preferred personal introductions, after all. Her expression changed to one of pleased surprise, and she set the cigarette in the tray and lay her hand atop him. "Oh William....darling....how very sweet of you. Do you really think so?"
"Hm." William smiled, stroking her hand with his thumb as he watched her, still intent on her expression, her every reaction. "Meeting new people is....just as important as reconnecting with old friends, in my experience. And I find myself curious about him, the same way I am curious about you. Ah," he laughed suddenly, calculated like most of his moves, and shook his head, "Tahlia, you have such a way with people, such a gift, my darling."
"And here I was thinking you wanted to spend more time together ...since you enjoy my....gifts....so much." Her bottom lip plumped out, as pleased as she might be with the possibility of adding Samuel Adder to her list of clientele....being seen on the arm of such a man could open a great many doors — it wouldn't do to lose William's favor in the process. In her business, you never knew when a benefactor might tire, and look elsewhere. "But I suppose....if you think it would help you satisfy your curiosity..."
"Oh, Tahlia, darling, don't pout. I will be there," William assured her, and lightly brushed a finger across her bottom lip. "I promise. I do so like to....observe."
She caught the tip of his finger between her teeth, a held it for the space of a breath before letting it go. She knew very well how much he liked to....observe. "And does Mr. Adder know about your little gift to him' And what, my dear, do you wish in return?" Nothing was free. No-one knew that better than her.
William withdrew his finger slowly, touching the part she had bitten, and gave her a slow, feline blink. "There is someone else I wish to observe....to see if she is worth a taste. And I know you can help me darling. Like I said, you have such a way with people." He was watching her all the closer now, seeking signs of interest or even jealousy in her features...
Her eyes narrowed a hair, and she straightened, swallowing a mouthful of wine, watching him just as carefully. "I see. You've found another morsel to sample. And you want me to...what? Entertain Mr. Adder while you sneak a taste" William...you said I was special". They were both playing their parts, right down to the petulant moux of her lips. "Very well. Who is she?"
"You are very special, Tahlia, believe me." William laughed softly at her petulant look, shook his head, and withdrew a roll of bills from the pocket of his jacket folded up nearby. "There is a bar down by the lake, a humble place called the Golden Perch. They like to do....activity nights," and here he could not suppress his disdain, waving a hand in a way that said, or however mortals occupy their time. "I'd like you to organize something. Perhaps a murder mystery — I do so love the sight of you covered in blood," he added with a rumble of a laugh. "And....yes. There is a woman, formerly in the employ of Mr. Adder himself. I'd like you to hire her for the event.
"Her name is Mallory St. Martin."
((Scene written with Tahlia's player, with thanks! Cross-posted from Chrysalis.))
William was late to their appointment. He was always late, managing to make the other person wait on him regardless of their arrival, something he liked to savor from afar whenever he arrived.
Especially if he was paying for it.
He slunk into the fancy restaurant with his hands in the pockets of his pinstripe trousers and his coat slung under his arm, a concession to the warm night air he truly did not feel. Black patent shoes clicked their way across the marble entry and stopped short of the hostess, whom he pretended not to notice when she smiled and opened her mouth to greet him. Instead he turned his wrist up to glance down at his watch, raised his eyebrows at the position of the hands, and feigned surprise at the hostess' presence. He let her talk for a few moments too long, his gaze already drifting across the interior, then waved a hand and dismissed her mid-sentence as he turned to stroll across the restaurant, to the booth where he anticipated his date would be waiting.
His suit, his fine dark hair, everything was slightly disheveled in the way he preferred. He had a fairly thin frame for the type of man he saw himself as, someone big and important enough to be waited for and waited on, but it was his height that made him imposing. He had a way of leaning like he had to look so far down to see the people around him, the way he did now when he looked in on Tahlia in her corner booth, though there was a bright, toothy smile and an offered cigarette case to go with his constant condescension.
The amount of money someone like William paid to have someone like Tahlia cooling her red-soled heels in a booth for a quarter of an hour bought him not only the time, but the warm smile that greeted him when he did arrive. She was used to his preferences, the little idiosyncrasies that might explain why it was he paid for the privilege. Blonde hair was loosely bound at the nape of her neck, leaving a few artful tendrils to frame her face, just a touch of cosmetics to highlight the natural beauty of her delicate features. The rest of her, or at least what could be seen, was wrapped in a mist green silk top and black pencil skirt, her jewelry simple, although clearly expensive.
One hand rose to accept the case, selecting one before lighting it, and handing the entire thing back to him, her free hand tracing idly along the rim of her wine glass. White, because it was summer, a rather light and crisp pinot from the higher end of the offerings. One of the wait staff arrived as he did, tray in hand, and a glass just starting to bead with condensation awaited William. Tahlia knew her clients. It was her business to. Nearly better than they knew themselves. "I was pleasantly surprised to hear from you..."
William chuckled softly as he slid into his seat, sinking into the spot directly across from her. "Why would you be? You are quite a remarkable woman, Tahlia. It should come as no surprise that I would want your company." The vampire set his fingers on the edge of the glass when it was set down, that and a slight increase in the smile he gave to Tahlia the closest he came to directly acknowledging the waiter — besides the dismissive flicking of his fingers.
His fingertips curled around the wineglass, with a very faint sound as he scratched a little line around it, and his eyes narrowed slyly on the woman across from him. Studying her. Studying her expression. Looking for a sign of where she was, so he could decide where he wanted her to go instead. "I have been thinking about you a lot lately." His smile grew. "About January," he added.
One hand snapped up to the curve where shoulder and neck joined, and the corners of her lips pulled down a fraction. She hadn't expected him to bite her....hadn't even considered the possibility, to warn against it. Only a moment, and then the hand returned to the glass, lifting it for a sip before she answered. "Have you. And yet....this is the first time you've called me since then." There was no argument to his appraisal — she didn't command the fees she did for her looks alone.
That smooth smile returned, her eyes sparkling in the subtle lighting of the bar Enough to see each other clearly, but keep the air of intimacy. And prevent anyone else from catching too much of what went on. "Six months, William....I was beginning to think you'd fallen ill. Or that I'd lost my....appeal..."
"Quite the opposite, darling, but you did warn me. I knew I would not get another taste..." William allowed himself to show the briefest flash of pearly fangs as he dipped his head to his glass, made a show of drinking it while all he did was enjoy its full bouquet. "That is, unless you have had a change of heart. What is it that they say about absence again?" He pretended to catch moisture on his lips, dabbed it away on his napkin.
"Me" No..." He did get a brief, bubbling laugh, though. Tahlia could hardly blame him for trying. "Deathly pale just isn't a good look for me. Besides....I don't much like the idea of being a juicebox." She knew, now, what he was, if she hadn't before. RhyDin had a great many surprises. "I did miss you. I have some very fond memories of the hours we spent in each other's company. I might be persuaded to spend more....provided you promise not to bite."
William's gaze fell to the middle distance of the table between them as he uttered a single, mirthless chuckle and shook his head once. "I have missed our time together, but a man's appetite is a very hard thing to suppress. But, Tahlia....my darling..." He reached out and laid a hand on top of hers, his eyes now gleaming with excitement in that dangerous way he sometimes had, like he might snap someone's neck or swerve into traffic at the drop of a hat. "I do believe we can work something out."
Ah. He raised his chin. He had let himself become weak now, showing too much of what he wanted. Now was the time for turnabout, or the attempt. "I was just having drinks with Samuel the other night....Mr. Adder," he added, and watched her closely.
She rather liked that gleam, but then, she certainly had a taste for dangerous men. Those peridot eyes flicked to his hand on hers, and a wry smile touched her lips. Whatever wry response she might have considered, however, was cut off at the mention of a name. Of course she knew who he was, the man had nearly been Governor, and she'd made some lovely contacts at the Gala he'd thrown. Men like that tended to hold Tahlia's attention, at least for a while. In fact..."I don't think I've seen or heard much of him since the party. Of course, you did rather command my attention for a time there." She took another sip of her wine, smirking around the rim of her glass. "And how is Mr. Adder, these days?"
William raised his eyebrows mildly, affecting a shrug as if he had just brought up the weather. "I would surmise that he is....looking forward to the next step. Looking for a change of pace, perhaps. And do you know, the more we talked, the more I thought, He and Tahlia would get on so very well." Now he smiled as wide as she had ever seen it, when he was truly pleased with himself.
One slim brow rose, and she swallowed a chuckle of her own. It might be that she suspected he had an ulterior motive, but then....didn't everyone" "Some new venture" I keep meaning to get to that club of his, but you know how it is....besides, I heard he's rarely there." She much preferred personal introductions, after all. Her expression changed to one of pleased surprise, and she set the cigarette in the tray and lay her hand atop him. "Oh William....darling....how very sweet of you. Do you really think so?"
"Hm." William smiled, stroking her hand with his thumb as he watched her, still intent on her expression, her every reaction. "Meeting new people is....just as important as reconnecting with old friends, in my experience. And I find myself curious about him, the same way I am curious about you. Ah," he laughed suddenly, calculated like most of his moves, and shook his head, "Tahlia, you have such a way with people, such a gift, my darling."
"And here I was thinking you wanted to spend more time together ...since you enjoy my....gifts....so much." Her bottom lip plumped out, as pleased as she might be with the possibility of adding Samuel Adder to her list of clientele....being seen on the arm of such a man could open a great many doors — it wouldn't do to lose William's favor in the process. In her business, you never knew when a benefactor might tire, and look elsewhere. "But I suppose....if you think it would help you satisfy your curiosity..."
"Oh, Tahlia, darling, don't pout. I will be there," William assured her, and lightly brushed a finger across her bottom lip. "I promise. I do so like to....observe."
She caught the tip of his finger between her teeth, a held it for the space of a breath before letting it go. She knew very well how much he liked to....observe. "And does Mr. Adder know about your little gift to him' And what, my dear, do you wish in return?" Nothing was free. No-one knew that better than her.
William withdrew his finger slowly, touching the part she had bitten, and gave her a slow, feline blink. "There is someone else I wish to observe....to see if she is worth a taste. And I know you can help me darling. Like I said, you have such a way with people." He was watching her all the closer now, seeking signs of interest or even jealousy in her features...
Her eyes narrowed a hair, and she straightened, swallowing a mouthful of wine, watching him just as carefully. "I see. You've found another morsel to sample. And you want me to...what? Entertain Mr. Adder while you sneak a taste" William...you said I was special". They were both playing their parts, right down to the petulant moux of her lips. "Very well. Who is she?"
"You are very special, Tahlia, believe me." William laughed softly at her petulant look, shook his head, and withdrew a roll of bills from the pocket of his jacket folded up nearby. "There is a bar down by the lake, a humble place called the Golden Perch. They like to do....activity nights," and here he could not suppress his disdain, waving a hand in a way that said, or however mortals occupy their time. "I'd like you to organize something. Perhaps a murder mystery — I do so love the sight of you covered in blood," he added with a rumble of a laugh. "And....yes. There is a woman, formerly in the employ of Mr. Adder himself. I'd like you to hire her for the event.
"Her name is Mallory St. Martin."
((Scene written with Tahlia's player, with thanks! Cross-posted from Chrysalis.))