Post by Medivha on Oct 6, 2015 3:22:19 GMT
Invitation to one Stephen Leland, takes place after To the Theater!
“You look glum” came an amused hum as a glass was slid over the counter top and up to her awaiting hands. Peering down at the drink, Vieka lifted her gaze before giving a small, half hearted smile to the bushy moustached barkeep, raising the glass in thanks.
“It’s been a long day.” she murmured softly, taking a sip from the jin and tonic made with lime, not lemon, as letting loose a long sigh as he friend left her be, another grateful smile curling her lips.
She really liked this bar, her own personal getaway when things were becoming a touch too stressful for her to handle. Typically someone of her calibre wouldn't be allowed in the ‘midnight blues’ jazz bar in the upper plaza, but after doing a favour for the owner on Richards request, the man gave her free reign to come here when ever she pleased, despite it typically only being open to nobility and the like. It was moments like these she was glad to come here, the place typically only holding burly men making deals with cigars hanging out of their mouths who wouldn’t bother her, and a few nagging wives that usually stayed by their husbands like the pretty little dolls they were. It was one of the few places Vie felt like she could just sit and think without having anyone bother her, not needing to wear her mask and using the opportunity to put on something a little nicer, since the place was formal dress only.
“Pretty quiet tonight…” she mumbled to herself around the rim of her glass as she peers around the joint slowly, enjoying the taste of alcohol on her tongue and the smell of the leather couches. Soft jazz was being played by the live band, and a few people milled about, but it was rather empty for a Thursday night.
“You look glum” came an amused hum as a glass was slid over the counter top and up to her awaiting hands. Peering down at the drink, Vieka lifted her gaze before giving a small, half hearted smile to the bushy moustached barkeep, raising the glass in thanks.
“It’s been a long day.” she murmured softly, taking a sip from the jin and tonic made with lime, not lemon, as letting loose a long sigh as he friend left her be, another grateful smile curling her lips.
She really liked this bar, her own personal getaway when things were becoming a touch too stressful for her to handle. Typically someone of her calibre wouldn't be allowed in the ‘midnight blues’ jazz bar in the upper plaza, but after doing a favour for the owner on Richards request, the man gave her free reign to come here when ever she pleased, despite it typically only being open to nobility and the like. It was moments like these she was glad to come here, the place typically only holding burly men making deals with cigars hanging out of their mouths who wouldn’t bother her, and a few nagging wives that usually stayed by their husbands like the pretty little dolls they were. It was one of the few places Vie felt like she could just sit and think without having anyone bother her, not needing to wear her mask and using the opportunity to put on something a little nicer, since the place was formal dress only.
“Pretty quiet tonight…” she mumbled to herself around the rim of her glass as she peers around the joint slowly, enjoying the taste of alcohol on her tongue and the smell of the leather couches. Soft jazz was being played by the live band, and a few people milled about, but it was rather empty for a Thursday night.