Don't Stop the Music ((open))
It was Saturday night, a little before eleven pm. The dark blue Aston Martin's pristine shine reflected the lights outside Club Eternity as it pulled up along the long line of those waiting in the cool night air to get into the exclusive club. The blond inside flipped down the visor, inspecting her makeup one last time as the valet hustled around the front. Amber eyes flicked over to the smiling man who opened the door and held a hand out to help her exit the lowslung sports car.
Amberelle grabbed her little black clutch, gracefully spun in the seat and took his hand with a dazzling smile before planting her high heeled black leather prd_id=845524446254860&FOLDER<>folder_id=282574492716152&ASSORTMENT<>ast_id=1408474395222441&bmUID=1264189475398"">Gucci boots down. The pair with its cut outs on the toes and calves were a new favorite. She paused a second to slide down the ruched skirt that had slid dangerously high up her smooth thighs. The boldly printed silk dress's black and cream leopard print was a little wild and sassy, to match her mood tonight. With its flowing three quarter length sleeves and demure bateau neckline the frock was a big departure from the other patron's sleeveless, clevage baring "classsic LBD"s.
Amby shook her head a little to fluff up her nearly waist length blonde mass of waves and loose curls as she stepped onto the sidewalk. Leaning close to the doorman and whispering the name Anantya kept a booth under at all times, her smile froze as a voice behind her loudly proclaimed to her companion, "Oh look, we have to wait here, freezing... while the hooker gets let right in." Standing a few inches over six feet in the heels, she casually looked over her shoulder and fixed the woman with a cold gaze while sliding a few crisply folded bills out of her bag and onto the doorman's clipboard. Looking back at him she smiled as she said quietly "Do me a favor... make sure my friend there's name is not on the list?" The look on his face as he glanced down and spied the three digits told her his answering grin was a yes. Amberelle just patted his arm and made her way inside with a slightly smug smirk.
Inside the Club, she began to relax again as the music started to flow into her. Within minutes she'd gotten a nice booth reserved, ordered a peach daiquiri to be waiting and was heading out onto the dance floor. In the crowd she closed her eyes and let everything just wash away as she started moving to the pulsing beats.
He made himself at home at the bar to survey the room for his next victim. As was almost always the case, he was dressed in a dark suit, although in light of his surroundings, it was only a two-button suit, the jacket was unbuttoned and his dress shirt was dark red silk. He’d also left off the tie and let the top button undone. He had a whiskey sitting next to him, but that was more for show than anything, even though he did occasionally sip at it, as his practiced eye surveyed the dance floor.
Perhaps it was the young ladies boots, or perhaps it was something else but Bao found his attention focusing on a blond. She appeared to be alone as well, which was all to the good. He was not, however, induced to dance; for now, he would simply watch.
Slipping into her booth, picked because it had a great view of the dance floor and bar, she took a few sips of her fruity drink and settled back with a happy sigh. Her foot tapped to the music and she wriggled and moved to the beat some as she hummed along. Her amber colored eyes were alight, a smile lingering on her lips and she buzzed with happiness. It was a nice night.
People watching was a nice way to let her pulse get back to normal and Amby let her gaze bounce around the room. For once she didn't feel shy and when her gaze met someone's here and there she didn't glance away but just returned it with a smile and moved on. Flagging down her waitress and ordering a second drink she leaned forward and propped her chin on her hand, elbow resting on the table's edge.
((Feel free to have her see and smile at Bao if you'd like! Or anyone else who wants to join))
He hadn’t watched her enough to determine what would be the best approach. When she slid into a booth and wasn’t joined by any one, that seemed to confirm his earlier observation and it seemed to indicate patience would be a virtue here. If she was indeed, alone she might not appreciate a direct flirtation.
That was not an issue. Bao could be patent. He could be –very- patient. She seemed to be enjoying watching the crowd. He simply waited until she glanced in his direction and gave her a warm inviting smile, careful of his teeth.
The fact that he was different piqued her interest. And like the saying goes about cats and curiosity, Amby was drawn to that. Her overactive imagination began to roll around different scenarios.. some making her giggle. She didn't let her honey colored eyes travel past the bar too often, but certainly more than the rest of the club. A few songs passed and the second daquiri was mostly history. One of her absolute favorite songs right now came on and she didn't even think about it, she just found herself quickly sliding over to the dance floor.
He couldn’t help but be pleased she decided to dance again. For some it might have been hard to keep track of her in a crowed, but he had lots of practice. Some times, Bao decided, it was worth suffering through a club just for the views. While the blond was his primary focus, he was not opposed to watching ‘the beautiful people’. It was a bit like living art, moving sculpture. Perhaps it was a bit voyeuristic but he didn’t even mind watching as she danced with other men.
He was, however, hard pressed not retaliate when one of them got aggressive and apparently insulting. He –hated- any lack of manners, even in a situation like this. Still, he was no white knight to charge to her rescue or hot-blooded youth start a brawl. Besides, he smiled to himself, it was to his benefit as she was now more accessible.
Bao would have been hard pressed –not- to notice her apparent irritation.
“You seemed to be enjoying yourself, and so I feel oddly compelled to apologize for their behavior.”
His tone was very sincere, he was careful not to let any possibility of flirtation taint it. Bao had decided to let her set the pace.
"Really, there's nothing you should apologize for. He was a complete ass.. but unless you somehow raised him, and as an ill mannered clod... it's not your fault." She gave him a small smile. "But it's sweet of you to offer to." The blond sighed. "And oui... I was enjoying myself. But the night is young, right?" Her good mood was returning. Slowly. It was helping to poke fun at it instead of stew over it.
She gave him a warm, easy smile that actually reached her eyes and seemed to diffuse some of her earlier anger. Turning to face him fully, she straightened from leaning against the bar and held out her hand. "I'm Amberelle."
When she didn’t excuse herself or immediately go on the defensive Bao smiled again. The idea of him having raised such a boar made him slightly and softly chuckle. None of his children would behave like that, at least not with in his sight or it was necessary.
“No I’m pleased to say I cannot claim any responsibility for him at all. That doesn’t excuse his manners though.”
He returned her smile, approving of how receptive she was to courtesy and apparent optimism. Ah another smile, this one much more relaxed, she seemed to be letting the incident go.
It only was one word but he did catch the French. One had to admire the determined arrogance of that language and of its native speakers, wherever they may be from. It was one of his favorite languages, much more fluid and silky than the Russian he’d been using with Dana or his own native tongue. Not sure how she would react, but certain it would at least get him a bit of a second look he switched to flawlessly accented French.
“A pleasure Amberelle. I am Bao.”
He accepted her offered hand with a confidant yet warm grasp.
((OOC... yeah Red is French))
The bartender decided to show his face finally and she turned away briefly to order another peach daiquiri. As he moved off to mix it up, she indulged her burning curiosity. "So, may I ask what brings you here tonight?"
((and yep... red for French!))
“A gentleman perhaps, my French…”
With a grin, he made a ‘so so’ gesture with his hand. Truthfully, his French was perfect but he was playing modest for now.
Her accent was not of a native French woman, if he didn’t miss his guess it was Louisiana. In fact, it put him in mind of Celeste’s accent. Interesting. Probably a coincidence though.
“Curiosity, a drink and a bit of people watching. It also never hurts to be able to recommend a place to unwind to my out of town clients and I would be comfortable doing so unless I hadn’t been her myself once or twice. Nothing terribly exciting I’m afraid.”
He offered a self-deprecating smile with an apologetic spread of his hands.
“I presume your evening has more of an agenda.”
As she listened to him explain she nodded, obviously approving of his personal and thorough methods. Another sign he was a notch above your average male, or at least had enough business savy to know better. Either was good. She laughed, nose scrunching at the idea of having an agenda of her own. Amberelle shook her head, explaining "Not really.. it was just I wanted, no.. I *needed* to get out of the house." Giving him a little sigh and shrug she added, "I've become something of a home body.. keep to myself too much. So, tonight I decided to come dance and have some fun."
Her drink arrived and she automatically thanked the bartender even as he slid off to the next order. Gingerly lifting the frosty glass and taking a small sip, she looked down at the Asian man and impulisvely offered "You're welcome to come sit at my table. It has a good view of most of the club, so you can continue your own agenda." She said the last word with a little humor, teasing him slightly.
“That is quite a hazard these day. And if it isn’t turning into a homebody one allows themselves to be buried in work and live through their job.”
That was his own failing and he knew it. At least he did schedule a night off now and then. Assuming that hunting and art galleries counted as an evening off.
“I applauded your taking the initiative to fix the situation and pleased it brought you out.”
She would be delicious he decided, but Bao was also enjoying her company. He was in no hurry to make a decision about feeding or simply chatting. She was also above average attractive, which lead to other thoughts.. No, this required more time to make the correct choice.
The offer to join her at her table was unexpected and promising. He allowed the slight surprise to show on his face and smile slightly.
“I would be honored. As to my agenda… perhaps tonight we should separate business and pleasure.”
((OOC… go a head and move him to the table if you’d like.))
Sliding into the rounded booth about a third of the way, she settled herself and her drink while she waited for him to do the same. The sides were tall, plush and insulating so it was not nearly as loud in here as it had been, but once they were situated she leaned in slightly, just in case, to be heard.
"So, may I ask what kind of work it is you do?"
Ah, the volume did drop a bit as they settled into the booth, much better. The boot was also considerably more comfortable than the bar. Although he did still prefer the bar for the initial survey of the room, it made him more visible.
“I’m a lawyer, I specialize in corporate law as well as estates and the like. Nothing terribly dramatic I’m afraid.”
Giggling slightly at her own joke, she relaxed against the seat a little more. If he'd sat down and turned into a letch she would probably have broken a few bones in his hand for starters, but he seemed well mannered. She sure hoped he stayed that way. The opportunity for conversation with someone other that her cat was a welcome change.
“I didn’t say I was a good one though did I?”
He couldn’t make out her motives. It was very unusual, one didn’t typically come to a place like this for conversation. One came to dance, to drink, and possibly find a partner for the night; she seemed content to talk. While she was attractive, Bao hadn’t considered more than a meal.
“I’m afraid my clients need –no- assistance finding trouble and I already spend enough time getting them out of it.”
Not wanting to focus on himself any more than necessary, he shook his head with fatherly regret.
“You, however, say that as if you are familiar with getting into trouble. Or do you get others out of their own predicaments?”
"I plead the fifth," she said and managed to keep from laughing.
While she'd just asked him over on a whim and wasn't interested in him for food, she knew that having a lawyer around was always handy. Of course there were Clan lawyers at her disposal but knowing one out of the loop could be useful. And, if nothing else she could always try to get his home address out of him and see if he had anything worth taking.
"But just in case I ever do happen to maybe.. somehow.. kind of find myself in some sort of hypothetical "trouble".... you should give me your card," she added, again mostly straight faced. It was fun to tease and goof around just a little.
"A very revealing answer in and of itself. But you seem to be managing rather well, so perhaps it isn't -too- damning."Â?
Of course, he had a card, but Bao debated giving her one. He only handled clients from within the clan. Beyond that, his rates were outrageous. Still it would seem odd not to give her a card. Perhaps one of his associates could help her or if she actually needed a lawyer, he could at least recommend a good one more in the price range of a young professional.
Having reached this conclusion in roughly a second he retrieved a card from inside his jacket pocket and slid it across the table.
"Just in case you wish to launch a class action suit or draw up a will, of course."Â?
He cocked a teasing eyebrow at her certain neither was high on the young lady's agenda.
"How about I give you one of mine too? Just in case you ever.. need to get out of trouble." Her eyes danced for a moment as her lips curved in a smirk. The unsaid "or get into it" was there. The blonde grinned at him then reached into her bag, tucking his card away and pulling out one of her own heavy linen calling cards from the silver case she carried. It was a pale blue with indigo ink, just her name with her cell number under it embossed in the center. A hold over from a more elegant, older time perhaps but something she'd never left home without since her Grandmother had gotten her first set after her coming out party.
She held it out and wondered how hard his information would be to find online. Hopefully he lived in some big expensive house on one of those Mc Mansion streets. He looked more like the art type than the jewelry one. She liked art... and to hell with fencing it, she could use some new pieces to brighten up her suite.
"It is the shirt, red is such a power color. Although,"Â? He paused for dramatic effect, as if considering, "I am flexible. If the price is right."Â?
He couldn't help but notice her manicure was extremely good and was half tempted to ask where she went. He was fussy about his hands and hadn't been able to find a manicurist he was completely satisfied with. Several had been good, but not perfect.
That she carried calling cards was an oddity. It was a formality, he couldn't fault the manners, but it was such an anachronism that Bao couldn't help but reassess the young woman. He now had to factor in a certain amount of money and southern aristocracy.
Having worked with a number of rather formal Asian, in particularly Japanese, clients it was habit for Bao to make some polite non-descript comment about the card before tucking it in his jacket pocket.
"I may just take you up on that offer."Â?
It was said with a small smile, responding to the unspoken idea of getting into trouble.
That wouldn't do. Not when the idea had her excited over something this much. It had been a while since she got enthused about much other than a random night out. She thought through all that in a few moments as she finished off her drink, then slid it away with a nod.
"I think I am going to go brave the dance floor again. Hopefully no one else will need to be smacked into place!" The blond grinned widely and offered him her hand. "Feel free to keep the table. It really does have one of the best views I think. And.. do give me a ring some time," she added with a playful wink as she scooted out.
First she'd expend some energy on the dance floor for a few hours, then head home and start her research. It was turning out to be one of her most promising evenings in quite some time.
((Amberelle out pending response))