12137/Drinks in Hellfire

Drinks in Hellfire
Date of Scene:	24 July 2022
Location:	VIP Lounge - Hellfire Club
Synopsis:	Blake and Blake talk about a Blake
Cast of Characters:	Blake Riviere, Thomas Blake

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Blake Riviere has posed:
Hair down, choker around her throat, black corset and the thong-like underwear, Blake Reviere seems to be dressed with the theme of the Inner Circle. Certainly the women's outfit was much more...striking than that of the men.

Resting in one of the VIP booths, the vampiresses grasps a wine glass in her hand, a faint trace of lipstick on the surface suggesting she'd taken at least one sip while her eyes watched the activities abound.

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake enters the lounge, not really dressing differently from everyday. He is not a damned cosplayer. As he enters and his eyes adjust he notes Blake, and her dress.

Ok. Cosplay may have its place. With his usual aplomb he slides into the booth opposite her. Yes definitely a place for it.

He forces those thoughts out of his mind and achieves a partial success. He was always attracted to powerful, predatory females. Blake was both.

"Good evening. Uhm... why the wardrobe change; not that you don't look quite lovely?" He orders a whiskey.

Blake Riviere has posed:
A little chuckle comes from the vampiress, her french accent carrying her amusement with a click of her tongue. "You've been busy Thomas...?" she questions lightly before leaning forwards lightly. "You're addressing the Black Squire of the Inner Circle now, the office comes with...certain expectations. Including attire. I did say I didn't wish to be a pawn for long..."

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake reaches over to take Blake's hand lightly. "I'm about done with this refuge for plutocratic larpers. Present company excepted of course. I don't seem to have a purpose or fit in. All I've seen is a lot of smoke being blown so far. I am glad you're being fulfilled though. I just have a problem with authority. I thought we were just drinking and networking. And... the other things..." He ties to look innocent, fails badly.

Blake Riviere has posed:
"Oh believe me, I am here doing what I am because I find it...new, interesting. When you live as long as I have things could be dull. But I have no intention of being another's slave." Blake muses, sipping her drink and chuckling at his words. "Like you say, drinking and networking...and apparently getting exquisite tailored attire out of it."

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake nods, retracting the hand. He notices Blake's leaning forward. You can't not. Old habits die hard. That Taylor Swift ditty plays in his head. "She wears corsets, I wear t-shirts!" Something like that.

He's reasonably sure he already belongs to her and vice versa. Can the l-word be far off?

He never professed love to a human woman.

Leaning back he accepts his drink. Then he hits on a thread of conversation. Hopefully she will lean back soon.

"Blake, have you ever heard of Lady Blackhawk?" Thank God for Aunt Zinda.

Blake Riviere has posed:
Blake tilts her head to the side, a raise of her brow and a little smirk. "I have...and it's a name I have not heard in a very long time. Back when I had just met my 'daughter' I believe...during the occupation of my homeland. The most recent one anyway."

That was the problem after all with living as long as she had, there'd been a few wars between the end of her mortal life and now.

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake looks excited, and leans forward, locking eyes with Blake. "She's my aunt. She flew through some time warp thing and arrived in her future. I think you should meet. She'd love to connect with someone who knows what the fuck she's talking about. And vice versa! Could I bring her here?" there is an unfamiliar, boyish enthusiasm about Thomas. "It would mean a lot to me."

Blake Riviere has posed:
"A time warp?" Blake repeats before exhaling an amused breath. "I suppose I have heard stranger...though I imagine that I would be a suprise to her, given that I have not aged since the 1940's." She tilts her head at that Enthusiasm, shrugging lightly. "Perhaps the lounge downstairs for starters. After all, she would have quite a bit to adjust to, and you would not have to worry about the rest of the club here quite so much."

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake nods sipping the drink. "Yeah, good call. She is a little frail and easily confused, poor old thing." Okay. He's curbing the drinking. Curbing having sex in dark corners. He has to have some fun. "You see her trying to use the little flip phone we got her." That much is true.

Blake Riviere has posed:
"Thomas," the vampiress muses lightly, reaching to sip her drink and bracing her hand against her cheek. "You remember I can -hear- the heartbeat change when you're lying, especially at this distance, no?" she muses before clicking her tongue. "You said time warp, no? And I had heard rumors in Gotham...."

Glass sat down, Blake makes to stand, stretching a little. "I'll look forward to the meeting, till then..."

she offers a little finger-wave and blow kiss of farewell before she moves to make her exit.