Mugs clattered onto the table, each immediately shifted to their proper renters who likely downed them in one go. The colorful bar was bustling, although the atmosphere was far from what the owners would have preferred for it.
"I'll be back in a minute for some more refills if ya want another round."
Grin had permanently settled on the bulky Vampire's face, even if it wasn't returned. After all, most had come to check the place out from curiosity, others interested in digging dirt up about the new place. Either way, he didn't care too much. What he sought was tips and a lovely young soul to bring home after his shift.
"Jessica number 5." He nearly drooled over his mumbled words. "Table 41, heard!"
The 3-seater in his section was finally occupied, though it didn't look filled.
"Of course." He huffed, releasing his grin for a mere second. The moment his expression returned, Maware strolled up to the table and gave his less than standard introduction.
Greta crumpled up the flier she'd been studying, tossing it below the table. The grinning vampire had arrived and it seemed he was hoping to take her order. "Hello. May I have a plum sour?" she said, looking at the bare table's wood grain. Her closed parasol occupied the third seat, while the second seat continued to remain empty. The demon checked her pocketwatch, chain dangling from her jacket's slit pocket. The seat had been empty for twenty minutes longer than it was supposed to have been. Greta's eyes showed no change in expression, instead shifting their gaze downwards in thought. If there was any problem to cause such a delay, she would have been informed so the demon chalked up the lateness to oversleeping or something similarly innocuous.
Bright, loud, and crowded were not as problematic for Ilyushin as some may have assumed. A distinct lack of tension and passion in the air stuck out to her. The missing element of gambling, she smiled to herself. In spite of her smile, her past eighteen hours had been spent below surface-level with an unrelenting series of poker matches. Maybe some indulgence was acceptable, if she were to be alone at her table anyhow. A moment of deliberation later, she muttered, "If you serve deviled eggs, I'd take one order of those as well, if you'd be so kind."
Coming to the Ren Bar was a rare activity for Aria. Drinking often lead to scandals and as a Council Adviser keeping her nose out of any potential messes was certainly important. This location, well it was notorious for finding trouble under the right circumstances. She just wanted to do her rounds and head home though. Maybe gathering a bit of information wouldn’t hurt her too badly…with the recent attacks and all being an issue. Though she also didn’t mind socializing…whatever came to her first.
She was all smiles and friendly as she stepped through the doorway of the bar. Her heels clicking against the floor. Her movements were fluid as she looked around the bar. Most of the tables and seats at the bar were filled. It was odd and yet exciting to see so much life in the space. The last time she visited things were much quieter, but it was essentially the start of the week’s rest period. She hoped that Ookami would be merciful and let her stay home tomorrow. Seriously…catching up on sleep would be nice.
She came upon a table with two figures near it. One a woman sitting alone and the other clearly a member of the staff. Though he was built more like a warrior of some kind, even with that large cheeky grin on his face. ”May I sit with you?” She asked the dark haired female who occupied the table and noting that there was suddenly a wad of paper on the floor. Was that something she needed to be concerned over? Nah, it wasn’t that bad. Though she flashed the orange haired server a sweet smile before setting herself across from the girl.
Every order and request was jotted down by featherpen, not missing a single note or instruction. As per her unusual request, the Vampire had everything available memorized inside and out, and the establishment certainly had the means to accomplish her cravings.
Brown irises glinted red as he glanced below table line, noting her smooth legs.
"We've got just about anything, don'tcha worry. Whatever you're in the mood for, although-"
Before he could start up his pickup line, another lovely lady swindled her way over, grabbing his full attention. That smile did wonders to her complexion, as if he could pass up his chances on either of them. Nah, both of them. That was the goal.
Sliding a menu onto the middlemost of table 41, he backed up, allowing room for the fine miss to take her seat.
"Ah, I'll leave you with a menu then, sweetheart. You take your time and order whatever you'd like. And I'll be right back with your drink, miss."
Flashing the two a smile that border-lined friendly, he skidded to two more tables before diving into the back of house. From the corner of one's sight, a few pots had been thrown just as Maware had ducked into the kitchen.
Maybe she should've ordered some garlic bread. She made a small smile at the facetious thought. In any case, another vampire, an A-Rank, had joined her at the table. "Thank you," she said to the server before turning to address the A-Rank, "Please. Make yourself comfortable. My guest certainly had no interest in doing so, it would seem. Silly me." Greta said as she displayed her pocketwatch and tapped on the glass at the minutes hand.
Even if she didn't truly require sleep, an eighteen hour session of betting would easily leave dark circles under her eyes, something she checked surreptitiously via the shiny back of her pocketwatch. Thankfully, she seemed to be in the clear this time. Receiving questions or, worse yet, interviews requests regarding her skincare routine was already troublesome, being asked how to obtain dark circles was not something she needed. The demon began to recall why she tended to head straight to one of her homes after a night of gambling. But alas, here she was.
"I go by Greta, how are you called?" asked the demon, closing the timepiece and clasping her gloved hands together.
The orange haired waiter was bold to eye her that way. Aria caught his glace over her figure without much trouble. He really wasn’t trying to hide it. ”Take your time, Sweetie.” Though she would not go out of her way to push him on the subject. She really just wanted a drink and a simple snack.
”Thank you for your kindness.” She smiled. Greta was the name she introduced herself with. ”It’s much busier here than I’m used to. I really should get out of my office more.” She smiled softly. Taking in the fact that the girl was quite pretty as she took in her appearance. Her scent was that of a demon clearly. She didn’t see a reason to mind her too much.
”Aria. It’s nice to meet you Greta.” She reached out and picked up the menu. Glancing it over she decided on a simple brownie dessert and a cup of hard cider. A little bit of sour to balance the sweet would be good. ”Sorry. You must’ve been waiting for a date…If I interrupted I promise to leave as soon as they get here.”
So this is her first time meeting me, she thought. "Please, there's no need to apologise. Tonight must not have been the night for me. You're welcome to stay as long as you like. They won't be showing up. Probably slept in, again." stated the demon with a soft laugh.
Greta smiled and exhaled sharply through her nose. "But enough about my foibles. Aria is a pretty name, I quite like it," she shifted subjects effortlessly, "What brings you here? I would think that the A-Ranks would have better places to mingle than here. Regardless, I'd heard both praises and warnings about this place. Seems as normal a bar as any other, though. If you're ready, I can flag down the server. But there's no rush. I have the table in my name for a good while, it would seem. The next reservation is nowhere nearby."
The demon studied her tablemate's expression closely. Greta was careful not to let looks of concern wash over her face so easily, however.
Greta was openly inviting her to enjoy her time at the table. It was quite interesting and out of place. Outside of Amy, she rarely had a positive encounter with anyone from the Demon race. That mainly came due to her own lack of interaction outside of her inner circle though. A few fairies and the Council took up the majority of her attention. The chance to make a friend during this little bar visit…it was welcomed.
”You’re quite a talented individual. Being able to tell my ranking with such ease…I’ve never been caught this quickly. Probably due to my young appearance.” She smiled coyly. It was obvious that she was a vampire with noble lineage, but beyond that it wasn’t openly displayed that she was of notable strength and control. She always carried a vial of blood on her…so that meant she usually passed for a b-ranking vampire at best to most people. ”How did you figure it out?” She chuckled softly.
Though the fact that Greta was being stood up by her date…in a manner of speaking both intrigued her and frustrated her at the idea of it. She would never let any partner string her along in such a manner…though she was also a very outspoken individual that few seemed to be able to manage easily. Except for Ookami…who had a tongue just as sharp as her…the idiot. ”Well I hope the nap is worth it. You’re far too lovely of a catch to simply neglect. I’m quite thankful for the chance to have your company though. It’s rare I get to mingle with a lady of such class…that isn’t normally suppressing the urge to bare her fangs.”
She twirled a curl around her finger tip. ”Shall we get our little carrot top’s attention? I really am feeling quite famished tonight.” She waved her hand at Maware with the intention of getting the vampire’s attention quickly…though from the look of the trays in his current charge…it might take a few moments. ”Bars like this are certainly not what I am accustomed to, but I enjoy the chance to go beyond my comfort zone. This is a place where anyone can go….that’s what makes it nice.”
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