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Post by Maya Derleth on Dec 13, 2013 5:13:14 GMT -5
It was a little tough living two lives. On the surface, Maya ran a small accounting firm that mostly helped out individuals and small businesses, with the occasional larger interest if they were lucky. She was also the second in command of a notorious gang known as Noxus, which led the drug trade in the Citadel, amongst other things. It could get rather stressful. However, she was effectively able to set her own hours and had a reliable income, so she didn't want for much. After a relatively quiet day at the office, she closed up and decided to head for one of the restaurants in the Fun District. She'd invited Lamia along, but she had her own plans tonight and declined.
Today she was eating at a relatively new establishment called Tauros' Lament. Much like the macabre name suggest, it was known for its steaks. However, thankfully they weren't actual Tauros. Well, unless you believed the story a tabloid ran last week, but they weren't known for their reliability. When you stepped inside, it was like stepping into an Old Western saloon, with wooden floors and furniture, and staff wearing ten gallon hats. There was even a person playing the piano in the corner. The reviews all spoke positively of the atmosphere and food, and so far she had to say that the place definitely stood out.
She ran a hand through her long, blonde hair as she took the seat indicated by rather handsome waiter dressed as a cowboy. Maya took the menu offered as he left to attend a rather noisy table. Annoying... she thought to herself, but at least it looked like they were almost finished. If they didn't wait around, they'd be gone by the time her food arrived. Maya read over the menu carefully, and found a few things that looked appealing.
"Howdy, miss. Are you ready to order?" The cowboy returned, and tipped his hat to her. She gave him a small smile in return. "Yes, I'll think I'll start with the Tepig-style Potato Skins for an entree, and for the main a Combee Mustard Porterhouse, medium to medium rare, with an Ivysaur salad on the side." He noted down the order. "Any drinks?" "No, I think I'll buy them straight from the bar." "Perfectly fine. You have a fine night, miss."
He left the table, and Maya took a look at the drinks list. Seemed they had a preference for whiskey based cocktails, which made sense. She rose and walked over to the bar, which was separated from the restaurant by a genuine swinging saloon door. Maya thought for a moment before deciding to take a seat at the counter. No sense drinking back at the table. "I'll take a Five Senses." The woman said as she put down the exact change for it. She watched the bartender's technique as she made it - not the best, but she didn't make any mistakes. The highball glass was placed in front of her, and she took a sip. Maya nodded, pleased with the taste. Strong, refreshing flavour. She'd have to try something else tonight.
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Post by Terrakion 'Porthos du Vallon' on Dec 14, 2013 5:03:09 GMT -5
The atmosphere in the restaurant was certainly quite...jovial. From what he'd heard this was quite the fancy establishment, and the absence of any prices on the menu's he'd glanced at certainly seemed to reinforce the notion that those purchasing their meals from here certainly had no concerns as to funds. The interior, however, seemed to be quite the opposite of what one would expect of a 'high class' establishment. Rather than 3-piece suits and crystal chandeliers, one found waiters in denim and oil lamps hanging from the ceiling. It would appear that this would be what was considered a 'theme' restaurant, something of a novelty that humans had come up with in the past century or so as food became more and more abundant.
Normally a 'steakhouse' wasn't particularly his venue of choice, what with it essentially being cannibalism for him to partake of most of the dishes supplied in such a place. He rather preferred a hearty diet of liquid grains, but he wasn't above eating meat; though he preferred white meats as a general rule of thumb. Still, it wasn't for sustenance or enjoyment, but rather on business. His client this evening was the daughter of one of the island ranchers that provided the majority of the food consumed in what was left of Remoor. At first it had appeared a simple enough detail, boring as such a concept might be, but had quickly altered from that when he was informed that he'd have to be escorting the girl's friends about as well. Despite the fact that he'd faced down entire armies and wooed women by the thousands, Terra found that he was entirely unprepared to deal with 21st century pre-adult females. For one they never seemed to cease talking or run low on energy, and for another nothing they said ever seemed to even resemble any language he'd heard in his many years.
It had been their desire to attend this particular restaurant; apparently it was the place and anyone who was anyone just had to eat there or die a social death for all eternity. While he'd never understood the arbitrary importance humans tended to place on things such as where or when you ate, it wasn't his job to question the wisdom behind the actions of his clients and so he merely did as instructed.
Thankfully he wasn't required to stay right beside them at all times, so long as he was able to keep an eye on them and react to any threats, and so as they proceed to continue shouting and laughing and generally causing an uproar he turned away, apologizing to the poor man that came to tend to them, and made his way towards the heavenly stage of libation. As expected of a generally upscale place, the bar area was mostly those with no companions and those like him who were merely attending others. These were all generally easy to pick out as they, like him, were rather more tightly dressed than the others, his own suit rather out of place in this establishment.
Rather than squeeze in amidst the large groups the towering man moved his not inconsiderable size towards the one end, where what would appear from the back to be sparsely occupied by a rather attractive blonde; recently arrived, or so he would assume from the lack of a drink before her. He stepped next to her and gave a slight bow of his head, a proper dip not really being feasible given the circumstances. "Madame. I hope you do not mind if I join you? It seems a bit busy tonight." He waited until the barmaid had finished preparing the lady's drink and gave her a charming smile. "Just a bourbon, if you do not mind Mademoiselle" When his own drink was placed before him, rather more quickly as it was only a matter of pouring a bottle, he tipped the shot back and emptied it in one fluid, highly practiced motion. The bull smiled contentedly as the burning liquid trickled into his belly placing the glass down with the unspoken request as to another.
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Post by Maya Derleth on Dec 14, 2013 6:10:30 GMT -5
The call of 'madame' behind her was unexpected, but clearly directed at her. Surely I'm not that old... am I? Maya thought as she turned, and looked up... and up. There stood a giant of a man, easily head and shoulders above her, and she wasn't short. He had swarthy skin, a neat, dignified beard, and incredibly fortunate that the steakhouse had a high roof. She gestured to the seat next to her. "Go ahead." Maya said simply. He was more polite than most she met in a bar, even if she believed he was wrong about the 'madame' bit.
He ordered a bourbon - and called the woman on tap 'mademoiselle'. Damn. That was a bit annoying. It was actually a little surprising that she was annoyed. Should she be? After all, she did put effort into looking older and more mature so that she could get some respect. Maya was certain that the man hadn't intended to offend her. Yet she wasn't putting in that effort right now. Perhaps that's why. The waiter earlier had said 'miss', too.
The giant drank his bourbon quickly and effortlessly before putting the glass back down. She took a sip of her own drink - a larger one this time - and savoured the flavour. Quite different from the man's drink. Maya set her glass down, half empty. She considered it briefly, and and quickly decided to ask. It'd be fun to see if he tripped up in embarrassment, or managed a suave recovery or explanation.
"So, why 'madame' for me, and 'mademoiselle' for her?" She asked smoothly as she turned to face him. The younger woman was pouring another glass of bourbon for him, and seemed mildly curious as well to see where this would go, and also a little worried. Perhaps she thought it could start a scene. Maya rested her elbow on the counter, and head gently on her knuckle. Her voice may have been a little frosty, but her body language seemed to indicate an element of teasing.
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Post by Terrakion 'Porthos du Vallon' on Dec 21, 2013 4:56:14 GMT -5
Upon her acquiescence to his request, the giant of a man gave the lay a gracious smile and seated himself. Unfortunately the bar seats were not quite intended for one of his size and so, although it held up well, it was not the most comfortable seating he could hope for and left him still towering over everyone else seated likewise. Perhaps it was not entirely wise to assume such a formidable stature when taking a human form, but it had always suited him well and, in any case, he simply would not be comfortable in a more compact form. His natural state was, afterall, of considerable size itself, and so to change that simply to make things more accessible would be not at all feasible in his mind.
As he waited for the young lady manning the bar to refill his drink he glanced casually about, noting all of the figures within sight and committing them to memory, as well as making certain that he was still within visual range of the table where his charges were seated. He didn't see or sense any real threats, this being a rather well to do place it was unlikely that there were any ruffians about as well. He was just preparing to turn back and see to his drink, perhaps take an eye to the lady seated beside him, when said lady suddenly took the initiative and spoke.
What she said caused the large man to grin and chuckle slightly, her words and the tone with which they were delivered rather amusing. Rather than get flustered as she might have hoped, the bull turned towards her on the seat, his eyes alight with mirth and his lips curved into an amused smile. "I assure you, I meant no offense, however if I have caused some you may have my sincerest apologies." He quirked a brow at the woman. "I merely assumed you would not wish me to presume you less than you are." He turned his head, smiling at the young barmaid again. "Not to imply anything, of course. Merci." He nodded to the young lady and finished off the second drink, turning his eyes back to the seemingly indignant woman. "My manners escape me it seems; I am Porthos du Vallon." He paused, holding one massive hand across his heart in a small bow. "Might I ask the lady's name?"
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Post by Maya Derleth on Dec 30, 2013 7:56:42 GMT -5
Maya chuckled lightly at the man's recovery. It was a nice one. Sure, she could choose to get offended on behalf of the bartender and say that he was looking down on her, but she wasn't going to make a scene. He'd already covered that base already, too, though it wouldn't be hard to attack if she wanted. She took a drink and smiled. The giant knew that she was just messing with him, but did he know that she knew? For some reason the never-ending circle of 'he knows she knows' was amusing to her. She enjoyed when it came up in mysteries.
The man introduced himself by an odd and familiar name. Porthos du Vallon. Obviously one of the Three Musketeers. He'd even gone ahead and given the surname, too. His bow, formal language, occasional French and size certainly fit the character. Still, what kind of person went ahead and gave such a blatantly fake name as that? Or did he just happen to have prescient parents with strange taste? Or did he actually name himself that? The last one seemed possible - a fair amount of people in her gang had nicknames that they used more often than the names their parents had given them.
Whatever. She could play at that game too. "Indeed you might." Maya said, imitating the grandiose, old fashioned language and tone of voice Porthos was using. "I am called Milady de Winter... or just Milady, if you prefer." She was familiar with the text as well. If there were more female characters of note in the book, it might be giving herself away, considering that she was also a person who led a double life. "I would curtsey, but alas, I am not wearing appropriate clothing. And do not worry if you fear yourself to be lacking in refinement. You have manners befitting that of a gentleman." It was a little tricky, but so far it seemed as if she was keeping up just fine. Maya didn't want to lose this little game that she'd invented.
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