Desperately seeking... cafe au lait..
The early evening crowd was already out, people moving about the strip from place to place in their lives, completely oblivious to the predators that walked among them. One of those was Amberelle, who sighed and shook her head at the thought. People saw only what they wanted, be it mortal or vampire. Except for her. She'd wanted to see some place to get a decent cup of cafe au lait for the last hour but so far she wasn't having much luck. 'Who do you have to kill for some good coffee around here?' she mused with a frown.
She stood on a corner, looking quite annoyed and ignoring the yuppie packed Starbucks behind her. As she tapped her high heeled foot and glanced around, she brushed a stray strand of blonde hair back behind her ear that had slipped from the loosely gathered clip on her neck. Amby continued to ignore the table of teenage boys behind her, loudly commenting on how well her legs and rear looked in the short slip of a dress she was wearing. 'God forbid I turn around to glare at them, they'd probably die from lack of blood to the brain when they saw how low cut the front is.' she thought with a slight smirk. 'Ohh..' she felt a little pang of hunger, 'don't think about blood..'
Giving up, she pulled out her PDA and started tapping around, pulling up the Nachton city guide online to find some reviews. 'Ah hah!' Finding a listing for a French style cafe just a few blocks down, she flipped the PDA closed with a snap and began humming as she walked down that way. Hopefully she could get a table right outside and have a chance to watch the crowds. It wouldn't be Cafe Du Monde, but it would do.
((OOC : Anyone can feel free to speak with her along the way, or at a table outside.)
When she saw that there weren't any available tables, she lifted a hand and caught the woman's eye. She gestured to the chair opposite her's, then sipped from her coffee.
Bon nuet, mademoiselle, would you mind if I joined you? There does seem to be a lack of tables. She smiled warmly, trying to meet her eyes behind the dark glasses.
Meegan tugged off her glasses with a slight wince and offered her hand.
Amberelle De'Espionne. I have to say, that outifit is tres magnifique.
"Thank you. I too must say the same of yours."
She eyed Meegan a moment, then said with a thoughtful look Is that a Gothic-ah?
"From their most recent line, yes."
"A refill for me and a cafe au lait for my friend. And bring us a plate of something sweet and sinful."
She returned her attention to Amberelle.
"I am one in the same. I am glad you like my fashions. You are welcome to come by the studio anytime." She tilted her head to one side.
"Do you like to go to shows?"
Amberelle smiled warmly at the waiter who reappeared with their cafes and a plate of assorted pastries. She lifted her cup and slowly inhaled the steam rising off of it. With a smile she took a sip. Mmmm! I was so afraid there wouldn't be any good cafe au lait here.
"I don't usually do this with complete strangers, but would you like to come to mine? It's in a little over a week."
Please, if you don't mind, perhaps you could tell me a bit about the city? Is there a salon or spa you would recommend? She glanced up at Meegan as she began to eat the pastry. 'I do hope she knows a good one, I need to get a pedicure, bad.. and poor Louis needs a grooming..' Or even better.. do you know of a good pet groomers?
"For a groomers I suggest the one that is about six blocks that direction."She points behind her to the east. "I've used them since I adopted, Dill. They do execellent work." She reaches down and scratches the ear of the black dog beneath her chair. When she lifts her hand she brings her purse with her and pulls sanitizing gel from it. As she talks she rubs the cool liquid into her hands.
"There is a salon just four blocks from here. It's not easy to get an appointment, but I'll make a call and get you in." Meegan pulls a PDA from her purse, and makes a note in it. "What is a good day and time for you?"
((OOC - minou is french for kitty cat =) ))
Meegan selects a cumb topped, cream cheese danish from the plate, and sets it on the small plate before her.
((OOC - Just guessing that 6 is late enough at this time of year / area / etc. And feel free to turn her down.))
So, how long have you had little Dill here? She reached down to see if he'd let her pet him, just holding her hand out in front of him
"That means you can pet him. I've had him just over a year now. He's still a puppy."