Private Consulting (Rogus/Charlotte)
Jul 8, 2014 11:54:48 GMT -6
Post by Charlotte on Jul 8, 2014 11:54:48 GMT -6
“Hah, not in the slightest,” Charlotte said as the man returned with the two bottles of wine. Regardless, she grabbed one of the two, doing the best to pop the cork out as graciously as possible before sipping directly from the bottle. It was a hearty red wine, quite well bodied and smooth enough, considering this tavern was not known for its wines. Charlotte took another, longer sip, savoring this mouthful before she swallowed.
“Lucky for us, I have a running tab here, so have at you,” the blonde said as she wiped her lips with the side of her forefinger. She left out that the room they sat in was technically on the tab of one of her more prominent clients who she had made quite a few deals with. She kept her business with him completely secret, and he provided small perks like the room they sat in at the Velvet Monkey.
The young woman hadn’t noticed Rogus making the small tally on the hilt of his dagger, instead noticing how tired he looked. He held himself in a way that didn’t let off his mental state. It was something about his eyes, the way they seemed a distant and drooped just a bit. He seemed like a troubled man, hiding behind this fabricated persona to hide who he truly was. Whoever that was, Charlotte believed she’d seen a brief glimpse of him tonight.
But that wasn’t the piece of business at hand; she’d have plenty of time to pass more judgment on the man’s mental state another night. While she was curious, Charlotte wasn’t sure she was ready to reveal more secrets to the man tonight. It had been a long day, and both of them had exposed enough for now to establish some sort of trust to allow them to work together.
Charlotte let them sit in silence until she had gone through about a fourth of her bottle before placing it back on the table, fiddling with the cork for a moment. “Tempting, but I think we’ve shared enough for tonight. Besides,” she added, a look of concern flashing across her features, “I think you need to re-bandage that shoulder sooner rather than later.” Charlotte would have loved to keep going, but she didn't want either of them to reveal too much in one fell swoop. It was more fun learning someone's secrets over time, when you've had enough time to make your own guesses at what they might be hiding.
“Lucky for us, I have a running tab here, so have at you,” the blonde said as she wiped her lips with the side of her forefinger. She left out that the room they sat in was technically on the tab of one of her more prominent clients who she had made quite a few deals with. She kept her business with him completely secret, and he provided small perks like the room they sat in at the Velvet Monkey.
The young woman hadn’t noticed Rogus making the small tally on the hilt of his dagger, instead noticing how tired he looked. He held himself in a way that didn’t let off his mental state. It was something about his eyes, the way they seemed a distant and drooped just a bit. He seemed like a troubled man, hiding behind this fabricated persona to hide who he truly was. Whoever that was, Charlotte believed she’d seen a brief glimpse of him tonight.
But that wasn’t the piece of business at hand; she’d have plenty of time to pass more judgment on the man’s mental state another night. While she was curious, Charlotte wasn’t sure she was ready to reveal more secrets to the man tonight. It had been a long day, and both of them had exposed enough for now to establish some sort of trust to allow them to work together.
Charlotte let them sit in silence until she had gone through about a fourth of her bottle before placing it back on the table, fiddling with the cork for a moment. “Tempting, but I think we’ve shared enough for tonight. Besides,” she added, a look of concern flashing across her features, “I think you need to re-bandage that shoulder sooner rather than later.” Charlotte would have loved to keep going, but she didn't want either of them to reveal too much in one fell swoop. It was more fun learning someone's secrets over time, when you've had enough time to make your own guesses at what they might be hiding.