January 7th
Rhy'din's version of the Hilton - that swanky hotel which seemed to find a way to be built anywhere and everywhere there was money - was set up in a prime, central location in New Haven. All the most prominent businessmen and women, lawyers, and politicians passed its door on a daily basis. Barons too, like the one sitting at the bar in the front lounge. The bar was quiet today, perfectly appointed like the lunch and dingin room it bordered. Not a thing out of place, and the dazzle of the glasses the young human bartender was arranging could almost blind an incautious patron. There was a couple off to one side of the bar's counter, a rather homely, balding old man in an ill-fitting but expesnive-looking) three-piece, on his arm dangling a rather overly made up younger woman whose attire, and obviously fake affection toward hger drinking partner made her look like the 'escort' she was.
Shadow paid them no mind, as the wall-clock closed in on three of the afternoon. He had what was probably a scotch in front of him, no longer imbibing caffeine, instead looking like another fancy suit killing midday time. He did glance at the clock now and then, but very specifically avoided looking toward the glass doors leading into the lounge. Decisions had been made, and only time would tell what course those decisions might take.
Rayvinn arrived at precisely three minutes to three. She stood in the lobby and watched through the glass doors that the other elf avoided. A slow smile caressed upon the red painted generous mouth as the elfess looked down at the thin gold watch upon that wrapped loosely along a thin wrist. At exactly 3pm, she moved towards the doors, the sound of heels complimenting the rhythm of that dangerous walk. The door was quickly opened for her and without breaking that leggy stride, the elfess flashed him a grateful smile.
Standing just behind Shadow, intentionally, so that he would be forced to turn in his seat and therefore pay attention to the entirety of the picture presented from those "I will crush you" heels to the "I will tease you stockings" right on up to the dress that was lovely but would surely be loveliest upon the floor in one of the rooms upstairs. "Hello Baron. Come here often?" The voice was soft but rich and sultry, quite fitting for the expense and cut of the dress she wore. That mop of dark waves that was usually more unruly than not, lay in a well behaved cascade over one shoulder, exposing the elegant expanse of one side of collar bone.
A few things happened when the glass doors opened. The bartender, a clean cut young man, quite handsome in fact, glanced up and immediately spotted the entrance of Rayvinn; he set down an already perfectly polished wineglass, and moved quickly toward the liquor shelves. A ravishing entrance indeed, by the elfess, enough to draw a hungry look from the old man, and a venomous look from the escort (who then began whispering furiously at the poor old gent, grasping his chin to refocus him on her).
Shadow still kept his back to her, during her approach, and even after she had whispered in tones to make his very spine tingle. A slow smile spread on his lips, and as the bartender hastened over with two full brandy snifters, depositing them in front of the elf and just beside him, and Shadow replied, "As little as possible, in fact. Can't stand the clientele. But it's a good place to be..discreet." When he did turn, for turn he did, he looked odd somehow. It was his eyes, in fact, still amber, but seething in their depths like stormclouds, like an ocean tempest close to unleashing. And he did not have the look of having had much scotch, in fact - his near-empty glass had been his only appetizer during his half-hour wait.
His gaze started at her feet, at the heels she seemed always to wear - ever fascinating and confusing how women could get about so gracefully on the things - and trailed up slowly, drinking in the sight of her. To her legs, and the curve they made under scarlet cloth. To her middle, and then... they danced right up to her face. "Looking to conquer the world today, Raye?" The tones he used, the half-smile he bore were far more familiar than those he'd used before, in the Inn. Apparently he had a few different faces for different occasions, himself. That or his moods shone on his sleeve. Both were true, to some extent.
The movement of the bartender wasn't lost on Rayvinn and she had an appreciative smile for both he and Shadow, though it lingered more upon the latter as her gaze slowly moved over him. She liked things to be neat, well taken care of, efficient and this elf appeared to be well in control of the situation if the action of the bartender was any indication.
Rayvinn was also aware of the looks from both the older gentleman and the painted lady; she had never entered a room that she hadn't either surveyed prior to stepping within or as she did so whether it was obvious or not. This was the way she lived her life and likely why she still had a life to live.
Her tone had been matched by familiarity and had she not been more in control of her own body and behavior, she might have sighed aloud in relief. It was so stressful to be so aloof to one that she had already allowed past that first wall of hers, had allowed within her proximity because *she* wanted him there. Anywhere there were people they knew or cameras, Rayvinn was a different elf with him. But here they were, in a discreet lounge, where none they knew were likely to see. She was relaxed, at least as relaxed as she would be in a room where strangers existed or could intrude upon her personal space at any moment. Lips designed for sin twisted into a secretive smile as she replied, "Just one shadowy corner of it will do for now." Perhaps that was too bold but something in the tumultuous depths of his gaze told her he would both understand and approve.
Rhy'din's version of the Hilton - that swanky hotel which seemed to find a way to be built anywhere and everywhere there was money - was set up in a prime, central location in New Haven. All the most prominent businessmen and women, lawyers, and politicians passed its door on a daily basis. Barons too, like the one sitting at the bar in the front lounge. The bar was quiet today, perfectly appointed like the lunch and dingin room it bordered. Not a thing out of place, and the dazzle of the glasses the young human bartender was arranging could almost blind an incautious patron. There was a couple off to one side of the bar's counter, a rather homely, balding old man in an ill-fitting but expesnive-looking) three-piece, on his arm dangling a rather overly made up younger woman whose attire, and obviously fake affection toward hger drinking partner made her look like the 'escort' she was.
Shadow paid them no mind, as the wall-clock closed in on three of the afternoon. He had what was probably a scotch in front of him, no longer imbibing caffeine, instead looking like another fancy suit killing midday time. He did glance at the clock now and then, but very specifically avoided looking toward the glass doors leading into the lounge. Decisions had been made, and only time would tell what course those decisions might take.
Rayvinn arrived at precisely three minutes to three. She stood in the lobby and watched through the glass doors that the other elf avoided. A slow smile caressed upon the red painted generous mouth as the elfess looked down at the thin gold watch upon that wrapped loosely along a thin wrist. At exactly 3pm, she moved towards the doors, the sound of heels complimenting the rhythm of that dangerous walk. The door was quickly opened for her and without breaking that leggy stride, the elfess flashed him a grateful smile.
Standing just behind Shadow, intentionally, so that he would be forced to turn in his seat and therefore pay attention to the entirety of the picture presented from those "I will crush you" heels to the "I will tease you stockings" right on up to the dress that was lovely but would surely be loveliest upon the floor in one of the rooms upstairs. "Hello Baron. Come here often?" The voice was soft but rich and sultry, quite fitting for the expense and cut of the dress she wore. That mop of dark waves that was usually more unruly than not, lay in a well behaved cascade over one shoulder, exposing the elegant expanse of one side of collar bone.
A few things happened when the glass doors opened. The bartender, a clean cut young man, quite handsome in fact, glanced up and immediately spotted the entrance of Rayvinn; he set down an already perfectly polished wineglass, and moved quickly toward the liquor shelves. A ravishing entrance indeed, by the elfess, enough to draw a hungry look from the old man, and a venomous look from the escort (who then began whispering furiously at the poor old gent, grasping his chin to refocus him on her).
Shadow still kept his back to her, during her approach, and even after she had whispered in tones to make his very spine tingle. A slow smile spread on his lips, and as the bartender hastened over with two full brandy snifters, depositing them in front of the elf and just beside him, and Shadow replied, "As little as possible, in fact. Can't stand the clientele. But it's a good place to be..discreet." When he did turn, for turn he did, he looked odd somehow. It was his eyes, in fact, still amber, but seething in their depths like stormclouds, like an ocean tempest close to unleashing. And he did not have the look of having had much scotch, in fact - his near-empty glass had been his only appetizer during his half-hour wait.
His gaze started at her feet, at the heels she seemed always to wear - ever fascinating and confusing how women could get about so gracefully on the things - and trailed up slowly, drinking in the sight of her. To her legs, and the curve they made under scarlet cloth. To her middle, and then... they danced right up to her face. "Looking to conquer the world today, Raye?" The tones he used, the half-smile he bore were far more familiar than those he'd used before, in the Inn. Apparently he had a few different faces for different occasions, himself. That or his moods shone on his sleeve. Both were true, to some extent.
The movement of the bartender wasn't lost on Rayvinn and she had an appreciative smile for both he and Shadow, though it lingered more upon the latter as her gaze slowly moved over him. She liked things to be neat, well taken care of, efficient and this elf appeared to be well in control of the situation if the action of the bartender was any indication.
Rayvinn was also aware of the looks from both the older gentleman and the painted lady; she had never entered a room that she hadn't either surveyed prior to stepping within or as she did so whether it was obvious or not. This was the way she lived her life and likely why she still had a life to live.
Her tone had been matched by familiarity and had she not been more in control of her own body and behavior, she might have sighed aloud in relief. It was so stressful to be so aloof to one that she had already allowed past that first wall of hers, had allowed within her proximity because *she* wanted him there. Anywhere there were people they knew or cameras, Rayvinn was a different elf with him. But here they were, in a discreet lounge, where none they knew were likely to see. She was relaxed, at least as relaxed as she would be in a room where strangers existed or could intrude upon her personal space at any moment. Lips designed for sin twisted into a secretive smile as she replied, "Just one shadowy corner of it will do for now." Perhaps that was too bold but something in the tumultuous depths of his gaze told her he would both understand and approve.