(1504) Terrible Trio: Hilda, Ale, Viv

[Alessandra]

Look at her, trying to fit in with the beautiful crowd.

"Oh, I haven't seen that one in what feels like ages!" her eyes sparkling with excitement. And classy? She can do classy.

"I would offer my opinion on a meal, but I don't know the town very well yet. But I'm confident in what is recommended." She of course wondered if they were actually going to allow her to go with them. Being a Savage and a Savage covered head to toe in tattoos usually worked against her. But, new city, perhaps these Kindred were different.

[Hildegarde Bingen]

Hildegarde only smiled. You really had to ask?

"I'm in. Naturally."

[Gerald Baker]

Gerald sees a perfect opportunity and seizes it. "I am, also. And... perhaps I can arrange for these box seats? I'll buy tickets for anyone who is going. Consider it as a gift... an 'olive branch' from the Movement. Come now, I won't take no for an answer." He smiles and looks to each of them. A wonderful little slice of Sacramento demographics: a Priscus, a Whip, a fresh face and, finally, a delightful and established socialite. Each with varying covenant ties. This would be great for 'PR'.

As if to hint that the money would be no trouble, Gerald preens the neck of his outer jacket. He waits with an expectant, confident look that offering the tickets would seal the deal.

[Alessandra]

As Gerald makes his offer, a smile is offered to him,

"Molto generoso Mr Baker, thank you." her words were genuine.

"I'll also look forward to the evening." she had a few nice dresses, but if all else failed she could go shopping. Which she had a love/hate relationship with.

"I must say, this has been such a welcoming Domain."

[Gerald Baker]

Gerald smiles, pleased at the general consensus. The more people who are on board, the easier it will be for the evening to take care of itself. If it goes well enough, politics won't even be part of the conversation. And why should they be? Nothing rains on the fun parade like dragging in business. "Good, good."

Vivian's response causes Gerald to throw his hands up in mock exasperation. He hardly has time to come up with a witty retort before the Daeva manages to delight him again. He chuckles heartily at the joke.

"Vivian... you are an absolute treasure." he manages, winding down from his mirth. "Though in my defense, I make no such suggestion. If we cannot have box seats we will just have to make do. I'll find some other way to shamelessly flaunt how much better we all are than the common folk." He gives them all an 'am I right' look.

As far removed as he can be from his feelings of his encounter with that woman, Gerald decides to end here on a positive note. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a handful of business cards - he'd gone to have them made after his first appearance in Court. He hands them each an elegantly simple, embossed, white card. Eyes lingering last on his own clan's Whip, he smiles once more.

"If you all send me a message I can save you into my contacts. Now then, I hope you all enjoy the rest of your evening. I think it's almost time I made myself scarce. Give me a couple days to get the tickets ready." With a polite little half-bow, Gerald turns and heads back towards the main throng.

Gerald rejoins the main thread.