The door to the Inn swung open with the push of a delicate hand, the always present stilettos creating a staccato on the floor as she crossed into the Inn. Painted nails dipped into the pockets of those daringly short black shorts as her eyes rose to scan the crowded room. Klara made for the bar, long, bare legs stepping around people and chairs along the way.
Klara's steps carried her around the bar and behind it, fingers sliding from her pockets to drop to her sides and snag a single, empty glass before a few more steps had the pitcher of ice-tea tipping toward her cup. The pitcher was replaced before those manicured nails dipped down once more to find a straw, pink of course, to slip into her glass. There was no point in messing up that shiny lip gloss. The click of her heels resumed as the blonde looked toward the room in search of a seat.
Nicolas was on foot tonight, which was supernatural for him; almost as supernatural as this place was. "I like it here already.." He mused to himself aloud, wing-tipped handmade leather shoes jogged up the steps of the porch. Sunglasses were upon his face, even at this hour. But this place, the look of this place had him pull down his Armani sunglasses slowly as he entered. He grinned and as he proceeded further inside, he spotted a pretty and familiar face. "Fee fie foe fum...It's a Class Reunion."
Those baby blues twinkled as Klara caught snippets of conversations in her wandering through the room; that was until she spotted the familiar masculine face. Her eyes widened briefly, steps slowing only for a moment until Klara's slenderly curved form wove through the crowed, fingers sliding out to curl tightly around the sleeve of the Prada suit. "What are you doing here?"
The jacket she pulled had Nicolas" grin turning into a near-smile. With his other hand, he hooked the expensive high-end sunglasses on his breast pocket of the polo shirt underneath. "Well, Father Dearest was looking to...expand to more exotic locations." A condescendingly flirtatious glance was given to the very wrist she was pulling on before continuing with his brilliant blues on her. "Call it 'reconnaissance'." And with a heart-stealing wink, he resumed his slow gaze of the establishment.
"Reconnaissance?" Klara nearly spat, her stilettos clicking wildly as she all but yanked him toward a booth in the back. "Out of all places to look, you ended up here?" Perfectly sculpted brows rose in unison as she stared at him in disbelief. Her hand dropped from his suit jacket. She watched Nicolas closely, pearly white teeth biting lightly on a full, lower lip. Hopefully he was being truthful...or this could turn really really ugly.
"You haven't been reading the paper." His own brows rose mere milimeters, as his hand slid under his jacket once more to produce a folded newspaper. It was a copy of the New York Times. He held it like a playing card would be held, presenting the headline in bold black letters : Breckenridge Branching Out. "You should really remember how to read, Klara. Looks can only get you so far." Now there was some scolding hot dagger underneath his compliment. With him, everything was always something else.
"Mmm...My looks got me far enough for you." Klara's lips pursed angrily before she snatched the paper from his hand and tossed it on the table of the booth next to where they stood. Her drink was lowered next to the discarded headline before both of her bare arms rose to cross. "And daddy dearest sent you, after the mess you made with his last endeavor" What did you have to do this time, Nicolas" I'd ask if you sold your soul but you don't have one."
As Nicolas lowered himself to sit at a booth, he laughed at her constant jabs. "As glad as I am to see that you haven't changed a bit, Pops has the divine gift of silence. He forgives and forgets." Which meant he didn't fly the idea past his Father until he was on the jet halfway to Rhy'Din. "I didn't know you were even here. That is the truth. But now that I do, it makes things so much more interesting." He sat back comfortably, blue eyes so unwavering as they gazed upon her. He was flawless. "Much more interesting."
"Don't even think about getting any ideas." Klara responded, slowly lowering herself to fold into the booth across from him. Pink nails tapped lightly on the tabletop before her hands fell silent. She wasn't about to divulge any information to him, at least not yet. "Ski resort in Rhydin is it' Or do you have some ....other...plans?"
Klara's steps carried her around the bar and behind it, fingers sliding from her pockets to drop to her sides and snag a single, empty glass before a few more steps had the pitcher of ice-tea tipping toward her cup. The pitcher was replaced before those manicured nails dipped down once more to find a straw, pink of course, to slip into her glass. There was no point in messing up that shiny lip gloss. The click of her heels resumed as the blonde looked toward the room in search of a seat.
Nicolas was on foot tonight, which was supernatural for him; almost as supernatural as this place was. "I like it here already.." He mused to himself aloud, wing-tipped handmade leather shoes jogged up the steps of the porch. Sunglasses were upon his face, even at this hour. But this place, the look of this place had him pull down his Armani sunglasses slowly as he entered. He grinned and as he proceeded further inside, he spotted a pretty and familiar face. "Fee fie foe fum...It's a Class Reunion."
Those baby blues twinkled as Klara caught snippets of conversations in her wandering through the room; that was until she spotted the familiar masculine face. Her eyes widened briefly, steps slowing only for a moment until Klara's slenderly curved form wove through the crowed, fingers sliding out to curl tightly around the sleeve of the Prada suit. "What are you doing here?"
The jacket she pulled had Nicolas" grin turning into a near-smile. With his other hand, he hooked the expensive high-end sunglasses on his breast pocket of the polo shirt underneath. "Well, Father Dearest was looking to...expand to more exotic locations." A condescendingly flirtatious glance was given to the very wrist she was pulling on before continuing with his brilliant blues on her. "Call it 'reconnaissance'." And with a heart-stealing wink, he resumed his slow gaze of the establishment.
"Reconnaissance?" Klara nearly spat, her stilettos clicking wildly as she all but yanked him toward a booth in the back. "Out of all places to look, you ended up here?" Perfectly sculpted brows rose in unison as she stared at him in disbelief. Her hand dropped from his suit jacket. She watched Nicolas closely, pearly white teeth biting lightly on a full, lower lip. Hopefully he was being truthful...or this could turn really really ugly.
"You haven't been reading the paper." His own brows rose mere milimeters, as his hand slid under his jacket once more to produce a folded newspaper. It was a copy of the New York Times. He held it like a playing card would be held, presenting the headline in bold black letters : Breckenridge Branching Out. "You should really remember how to read, Klara. Looks can only get you so far." Now there was some scolding hot dagger underneath his compliment. With him, everything was always something else.
"Mmm...My looks got me far enough for you." Klara's lips pursed angrily before she snatched the paper from his hand and tossed it on the table of the booth next to where they stood. Her drink was lowered next to the discarded headline before both of her bare arms rose to cross. "And daddy dearest sent you, after the mess you made with his last endeavor" What did you have to do this time, Nicolas" I'd ask if you sold your soul but you don't have one."
As Nicolas lowered himself to sit at a booth, he laughed at her constant jabs. "As glad as I am to see that you haven't changed a bit, Pops has the divine gift of silence. He forgives and forgets." Which meant he didn't fly the idea past his Father until he was on the jet halfway to Rhy'Din. "I didn't know you were even here. That is the truth. But now that I do, it makes things so much more interesting." He sat back comfortably, blue eyes so unwavering as they gazed upon her. He was flawless. "Much more interesting."
"Don't even think about getting any ideas." Klara responded, slowly lowering herself to fold into the booth across from him. Pink nails tapped lightly on the tabletop before her hands fell silent. She wasn't about to divulge any information to him, at least not yet. "Ski resort in Rhydin is it' Or do you have some ....other...plans?"