6134/New York Style pizza

New York Style pizza
Date of Scene:	05 May 2021
Location:	8A - Viola's Loft Apt
Synopsis:	Harvey arrives for some home made New York style pizza.
Cast of Characters:	Viola Fiore, Harvey Dent

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Viola Fiore has posed:
Viola invited Harvey up to New York on an evening he didn't have to be in early the next day. After he's arrived, she had him open a bottle of wine while she prepared a New York style pizza. Home made.

The oven is heated up and the pizza put together. She slides it into the oven. "Won't be long now. About 15 minutes," she tells him with a smile. "how's the wine coming?"

Harvey Dent has posed:
He's dressed down a bit, since he isn't coming from or going to work. So, jeans, and an old Nirvana t-shirt. He looks good in whatever he wears, honestly. He grins as he opens the bottle of wine and sets it down on the table to air out a bit.

"Smells amazing, beautiful." He smiles at her, and leans in to kiss her gently on the cheek. "Give it a few to get ready."

Viola Fiore has posed:
Viola returns the kiss to Harvey. "I'm glad you were able to make it up here tonight," she tells him. She trails her fingers over his shoulder and then turns to go to the one of the cabinets. She pulls out two wine glasses and brings them back over.

"So, the event I ran at the Hellfire Club seemed to go over well," she tells him. "I haven't had a chance to hear from their directors on if they want to hire me on more permanently. It would definitely be nice to have that stable income while building up things further with Gloria," she says, referring to her partner she worked with while in college.

Harvey Dent has posed:
"Me too. A night with you is always preferable to...well...anything else, really. Especially with this trial coming up. I've been stressed beyond belief..."

He takes the bottle and pours two glass with the ones provided, nodding. "Ooooh, nice. I was pretty impressed with the donations I heard about. That group does some pretty great things. And I hope you do! Anything I can do?"

Viola Fiore has posed:
Viola takes the glass, sipping it and smiling as she goes over to the window. She turns down the light a bit and opens the curtains, then opens up the window to let in some of the cool air outside. "Now we can have a fire," she says with a smile, moving over to the fireplace.

She gets a long match and sets it aside, then begins adding some wadded up newspaper and smaller kindling, then some larger logs on top of them. "I can only imagine. Dealing with the people that you do down there," she says of Gotham, shaking her head. She keeps her head turned away from him though, remembering her visits to Carmine Falcone there. Not something she's brought up to Harvey.

The oven timer goes off. "Want to pull the pizza out?" she asks. "The oven mits are there to the right of the oven.

Harvey Dent has posed:
He stands there and sips his wine, watching the younger woman move about her apartment, admiring her. He nods and makes his way into the kitchen to pull the pizza out. "Ooh, it looks delicious!," the man calls out to her.

Harvey gently sets it on the counter and tugs the oven mitts off. He peers down at the steaming pizza and grins a bit, before he glances over his shoulder at her. "Well, it's home," is all he has to say.

Viola Fiore has posed:
Viola lights the match and uses it to set the fireplace alight. She blows it out and sets it aside in a container meant to hold one after it has been used. The wine glass she'd set down is scooped back up and she makes her way back over to join him.

The young woman inhales the aroma. "Mmm, that does seem to have turned out nicely," she tells him with a smile. Her hands moves to the small of his back, rubbing gently before she sets the glass down on the counter again as gets a pizza cutter from a drawer. "We'll just have a nice relaxing evening in. Fireplace, wine, food. And good company," she tells him with a smile.

Harvey Dent has posed:
He smiles when she rubs his back and then nods, and he steps aside so she can cut the pizza. "I can't think of much better, honestly." Harvey sips his wine and walks over to the fireplace. He holds out a hand to feel the heat as he gazes down into it, before he glances back over his shoulder at her.

"DO you have plans after school? Not pushing. Just curious. I don't think we talked about that."