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Post by Silvia Raizer on Sept 21, 2020 20:15:55 GMT
He’s near the exit as she leaves and when she smiles at him he tries to wave her over. “Share a drink with a real scalawag?” He asked. He had no problem openly admiring her in the bathing wear. Silvia giggled like the silly noblewoman she was pretending to be. For the second time that day she wished she had come as herself. Still, perhaps she would be able to meet him later. "Oh, I would very much like to do that, sir. I was very struck with your attire - it's so wonderfully dashing It's rare that I meet anyone with such good taste." Excepting herself, of course, when she was dressed in her usual attire. "The men I know mostly wear dreadfully boring clothes. Then again, I never met anyone who was a member of this club before." She cursed herself for rattling on but that was exactly what Roxanne would do, and she had to stay in character. "I will have a little drink with you and then I shall go swimming with Gregori. Such a nice man and I only met him today. But he doesn't have your exquisite taste, of course." |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 21, 2020 20:29:39 GMT
Cerberus lets Ceutinde leave with a nod of her head. “Send your friend in when she gets a spare moment,” she said.
Jean grinned widely and somehow he had a perfect row of teeth. “Well now, that’s exactly what I ordered this evening! A little drink and a sunset with a beautiful woman I don’t already know. And don’t blame poor Greogri there: no one has my taste. It takes a special sort to know sartorial excellence, no?” He pointed inperuously to a server. “Two of the cactus fruit rum drinks and quickly,” he said. “Now what is your name my princess, or are we to remain strangers forever?”
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Sept 21, 2020 20:44:18 GMT
"Roxanne," she said. "That's the only name you'll have from me. I know your name is Jean. So, we know each other's names, and now we are friends. Maybe I'll even dream of you tonight."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 21, 2020 20:46:56 GMT
Jean smiles. “Why wait?” He asked. The server brought them two cocktails and he looked into her eyes as he drank his. “How many other names can a beautiful woman have?” He made a “hm” sound. “Who brought you this fine evening? Surely not a man so bereft of fashion?”
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Post by Ceutinde on Sept 21, 2020 20:47:15 GMT
"Of course. And if you should get a spare moment, I wouldn't mind getting to know you better off the clock, dear." Ceutinde blew Cerberus a kiss and walked out the door.
Once outside, she had a short wander about the compound, getting the lay of the land and keeping an eye out for Roxanne/Silvia. When she found her erstwhile compansion, she approached, saying, "Your turn now, Roxy. Cerberus would have a word when you get the opportunity. Didn't sound as though there was a rush. You look absolutely divine, by the way. Who's this gentleman?"
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Sept 21, 2020 20:55:47 GMT
Silvia turned with a little sigh. "Cerberus is a woman? I didn't expect that. Oh, but what shall I do? I am having a drink with Jean, here. He's a pirate." She made her voice extra breathy to stay in character but gave Ceutinde a little wink. "And I have promised to go paddling with Gregori. Oh, what to do now!"
She sighed again, glancing from Ceutinde to Jean to Gregori.
"Why does Cerberus want to talk to me?"
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Post by Ceutinde on Sept 21, 2020 21:01:06 GMT
Ceutinde shrugged. "She wants to talk to everyone that comes here. It's not so bad. Quick little chat, you'll be fine." She glanced at Gregori and Jean. "I'll keep these two warm for you while you're inside."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 21, 2020 21:04:47 GMT
Jean looked over the elf. “Not gonna complain,” he conceded. “And even Jean don’t keep Cerberus waiting too long. That dog can bite and not in the best ways.”
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Sept 21, 2020 21:09:01 GMT
Silvia pouted as she imagined a spoiled rich girl would do.
"Alright, I'll go." She brushed a hand against Jean's arm. "Don't get too lost in Ceutinde's eyes, will you?
I'll be waiting."
She headed down to find Cerberus.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 21, 2020 21:13:47 GMT
Roxanne entered the building Ceutinde had gone into. The owl-faced woman watched her enter with evident interest. “Go ahead and take a seat my dear,” she said in her weirdly pleasant voice, like if a retiring math teacher spoke like Adele. “You I am not so familiar with,” she said. “Your friend is a well known pillar of the community. You’re not trying to spy on us are you my dear?” She asked.
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Sept 21, 2020 21:23:02 GMT
Silvia stared then burst out laughing. "Of course not! I'd be a terrible spy. I talk too much and my brother says my head is full of air. Ceutinde is my friend. I'm visiting her. I never expected to be invited to a place like this - I thought we were just having a night out."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 21, 2020 21:30:17 GMT
Cerberus smiles and nodded. “Of course,” she said. “Just a friend.” She licked her lips and Roxanne felt the stone holding her illusion spell get slightly warmer. “What does your brother do?” She asked. “If he’s in business perhaps we should invite him in too.”
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Sept 21, 2020 21:38:33 GMT
She fought back the beginnings of panic. "My brother's heir to our father's estate. My family has people to manage our affairs. We don't do that sort of thing ourselves. We're good at spending money, not thinking about how to get more."
Silvia had met a few such aristocrats, who spoke of never dirtying their hands with trade, and others who had only the vaguest clue where their wealth actually came from.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 21, 2020 21:50:19 GMT
Cerberus listened and then seemed to debate something and then she smiled. “Of course. I’m sure Hades will love to meet you later to see how you’re doing. Enjoy your evening,” she concluded and rose to exit herself.
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Sept 21, 2020 22:07:51 GMT
Silvia smiled innocently, but inside she was a little worried about the mysterious Hades. She headed back out to the beach and made a beeline for Jean, wherever he was.
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