Digger drinks down his beer, looks around for a moment... "Not enough titties..." and leaves.
Digger drinks down his beer, looks around for a moment... "Not enough titties..." and leaves.
"Honestly I am rather average at picking out the constellations but that has never stopped me" Matt smiles and leans in to Daniella "or made them any less beautiful. After all a Rose by any other name ... " He lets his voice trail off with a short laugh, knowing that the brunette would understand the reference. With another smile, the werewolf leans back in his chair for a moment before standing up and offering a hand to Daniella.
"Now, I believe I owe you a cup a tea. Shall we drift off on the wings of fate to make the moments it grants us truly our own?"
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Dillon chuckles and shakes his head a little in the manner of wondering what he's getting himself into. "That still makes you sound like a bronco buster."
But as the Gangrel Priscus is led into privacy by the Daeva Whip, he gently advised restraint. "Just a show and a dance this time, my lady." He didn't want her to think he was that easy, either.
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Alice laughs, surprised by the naming of bronco buster, she doesn't hear that very often. 'Oh really? I was actually just fulfilling my role as the performer you want me to be, it's also a quote from a song earlier the evening.'
After a wink she steps inside. When the door is closed she steps closer into Dillon, placing her hands on his chest. Normally she would be ready to pull a man's clothes off, but this time is different. 'Just a dance and a show? Of course, what else did you expect!' And she steps back with an elegant pirouette. The Daeva still has a daring glow in her eyes. As long as she had fun she didn't really care what they were doing.
'Just give me a hint what kind of show you like most.'
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With Max also surprised to see Martha there as well; making his way over to the Herald. He tips is hat to the Keeper, a slight grin on his lips as he greets his fellow Dragon.* Seems all the cows on the way back to the barn for the nigh. Care for an escort out, Calamity? *Max offers Martha his arm with a wink, unless his fellow Mekhet had a notion to stay a while longer.*
Martha glanced up to Jimmy. She offered a tip of her hat, nodding and offers Jimmy another curtsy, as much as her crutches allowed. She had hoped to talk with him and would stay if it looked like he might catch a word with her.
Though she knew the night was drawing to a close. The contest was almost done.
Max had offered her his arm...a generous gesture, if impractical given her need for the crutches tonight. Martha nodded a respectful nod to Max.
Determined to hunt Jimmy down at the museum he spoke about...or a shooting range. With skills that acute, she pondered, he must practice somewhere!
Waving her hat in a friendly manner to Jimmy in the hopes he might see her, she nodded to Max. "Yes...yes, sir...thank you, sir." she suddenly found the cattle metaphor worrying and decided not to collaborate on drawing an unhealthy comparrison between Men and Cattle. Her smile was humble and extremely bashful as she swung on her crutches closer to Max.
Of all the nights...
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Tilting her head, "Well, average is better then my ability to pick them out." she smiles as she stands, accepting his hand, "Would smell as sweet. A great scene." as she accepts his hand she glances around, seeing most of the Kindred have left. Her eyes returning to Matt, "Yes! Tea sounds wonderful, I am looking forward to it. Though," she pauses looking at her costume, "I think we are going to definitely add some style to the place." she smiles and winks, obviously not caring if anyone thought any different. You only live once right?
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Tally glances away from Mason to look at Ahriman and Ricardo. She picks at the food still on the plate while glancing off at the stage. "Kind of surprised at the number of people about the bar." She muses as she gazes about the bar in a slow fashion, trying to see if any other Changelings arrived.
Nodding to Tally. "Yeah," glances towards the door, "looks like a lot of people are leaving though." That last guy sure was fast. Hope I don't have to see him point a gun at me. Mason looks back at Tally. "Are you waiting for someone?"
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Tally shakes her head. "No, not really, just thought I'd see people that I know, you know? Don't seem to be the case though." She ways to Mason, giving the guy a slight smile.
Pushing back strands of her 'hair', Tally leans back. "I wonder who won the contest?" The Beast wonders.
Matt offers an arm to Daniella and begins to lead the way out of Club Ember. "Of course we'll be adding class to the place, what else is to be expected from a pair of cowboy hat wearing, Shakespeare quoting philosophers searching the heavens above for the meaning of fate and free will?" The Elodoth smiles and winks to his companion, enjoying the brunette's company and looking forward to continuing their conversation over a cup of tea. A cup of tea that would hopefully live up to expectations.
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