Old Soul is a humble place. Quaint, perhaps, but charming in its way. A fine place to see new faces over a steaming cup of the modern man's drink: coffee. Unlike the watered-down rum that Gerald remembers from life on the old trade ship, coffee doesn't get you drunk. It does, however, seem to be the lifeblood of the workforce. It is what keeps them going and, allegedly, keeps their minds sharp. Great ideas among mortal lives has often been attributed to liberal amounts of the stuff, if one is to believe the hype. The opportunity to stay in the 'now' seems obvious in a little boutique such as this. To Gerald, anyhow. And, it would seem, several other predators have been drawn here. Perhaps he can find out what draws to them?
Two are familiar. The fashionable and formidable Eva from Court as well as the monochromatic Angel - one he hopes to court for membership to his oh-so-precious covenant. This place is no place to discuss such things, however. The third he only vaguely remembers having seen. Court, probably. His Beast's reaction is a mild enough disdain to register that it is probably not the first time he's seen her. A doe among wolves. Lovely enough, though. Maybe it's the soft Jazz, or the familiar grip of boredom, but something says 'introduce yourself'.
And why not? What better company could they have than a man as traveled and experienced as Gerald. Not to mention his suit. Oh, his suit! Such a bold and daring robin's egg blue. Though it does not match the color of his eyes, Gerald is certain it speaks of affluence and class.
"Ladies. Good evening! I must confess... a lesser man would be smitten in the company of such delicate beauty. But I am no fool. Surely you did not come here to be doted on by this old man." He smiles brightly. "May I join you?"
To Vivian, he adds "I am Gerald Baker. Of whom do I have the pleasure of acquainting myself with?"
-1 Vitae for Blush of Life.