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:'''{{#var:303|Felicia Hardy (303)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Drinks." Felicia says as she starts to walk away and then she pauses, looks down and slightly over her shoulder towards Mike. Being sure to look the way that her hair will allow. "Oh, and Nick, bring the cape." She lifts her hand with the glass held delicately in her fingers and she curls the hair out of her face so he can see both her blue eyes, making sure that this wink is noticed for what it is. A promised flirt.<br> <br>
 
:'''{{#var:303|Felicia Hardy (303)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Drinks." Felicia says as she starts to walk away and then she pauses, looks down and slightly over her shoulder towards Mike. Being sure to look the way that her hair will allow. "Oh, and Nick, bring the cape." She lifts her hand with the glass held delicately in her fingers and she curls the hair out of her face so he can see both her blue eyes, making sure that this wink is noticed for what it is. A promised flirt.<br> <br>
  
:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>With the promise of drinks should they just HAPPEN to run into each other settled. Nick's smile remains strong, nodding. As she starts leading, he glances down to open his book, glancing up when he hears part of his stage name. When she mentions part of the costume from the tv series, the book is forgotten again as his attention is focused on something else. <br><br>His eyes follow along the lines presented to his field of vision. Lingering upon certain points. <br><br>That poor wardrobe manager.<br> <br>
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:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>With the promise of drinks should they just HAPPEN to run into each other settled. Nick's smile remains strong, nodding. As she starts leaving, he glances down to open his book, glancing up when he hears part of his stage name. When she mentions part of the costume from the tv series, the book is forgotten again as his attention is focused on something else. <br><br>His eyes follow along the lines presented to his field of vision. Lingering upon certain points. <br><br>That poor wardrobe manager.<br> <br>
 
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Latest revision as of 03:24, 12 October 2021

Friend, Doctor, or Monster
Date of Scene: 10 October 2021
Location: Inspiration Inn - Hershey, PA
Synopsis: Nick finds a stray kitten named Felicia
Cast of Characters: Michael Hannigan, Felicia Hardy




Michael Hannigan has posed:
Already several shows in on leg four of the tour, there is something very much enjoyed by: THE OFF DAY. For the first time this round, there is a day long gap between the show they just did in Cleveland and the one scheduled for tomorrow in the Giant Center. Now, there ARE reports of a theme park in the area but honestly, Nick would rather spend the time relaxing. in the safety of the reasonably private hotel that's part of the Muse network of hotels. Different locations, different names, discreet exterior, understanding staff, AND some rather lovely ammenities hidden within the actual lobby of the building.

Case in point, the lovely piano situated in the center of this lobby which is being played by someone other than Nick.

While the music plays, Nick relaxes on a nearby sofa, reading a book. With him not performing, his hair is pulled back into a neat ponytail, avoiding the wild haired look of his stage persona.

Felicia Hardy has posed:
    Seated at the bar is a woman with almost stark white hair, meticulously formed into a sweeping look that cascades off her head. She has the 'Jessica Rabbit' style with it curling in lazy large forms, but with a large portion covering half her face, or at least her left eye.

    A dazzling blue eye remains with a hint of a ice cicle of diamond down off her right ear lobe, hair curled to rest behind her ear showing off the jewelry. A sheer white dress, backless and nearly frontless save the required fabric to keep her modest, but alluring with a hint of valley as she breathes.

    The dress sparkles faintly in the light, and a ring of ice cicles fall from her neck down near the hem of her dress, in diamonds with a matching bracelet at her wrist. She carries a clutch in one hand, and a martini glass in the other, three olives, and her shoes click faintly against the tile floor.

    Felicia is hunting tonight, but not her normal sort of hunt, she's hunting a good conversation, as shown by the way she pushes off from the bar, and blows some hair away from her face with a gust from her lips.

    She sashays, her hips bold and unmissable, by the fit of her dress as she approaches Mike's couch. Taking the single chair near by and lowering her glass onto the low coffee table, she asks, her legs crossing and the pool of fabric hanging from her ankle, showing off slender feet and ankles with a bracelet of diamond down there as well.

    "Mind if I join you?"

Michael Hannigan has posed:
As Felicia approaches, a story of contrasts comes into play. The white of the hair and the dress reflects the light cast by the fixtures near the two persons while the black fabric of Nick's clothes and the brown of his hair absorbs it.

Eyes cast down to read the book, the shimmer of light off of the ankle bracelet is what draws Nick's attention. The general eye flow of the scenery does the rest, eventually bringing the only thing they have in common together.

Pale, striking eyes look to Felicia's own dazzling ones. There's a pause as a finger threads itself between the pages he was on, allowing for him to close it partially. "Not at all." The musician replies, giving a small smile, "Make yourself comfortable."

Felicia Hardy has posed:
    "As comfortable as societal norms would allow, I presume." Felicia says with a grin of her ruby painted lips, parting enough to show off her canines in a relaxed sort of way.

    A tilt of her head, a shift of her hair follows afterwards and she's looking down at Mike's lap with a smaller smile as it fades from her face be a pause in her words, "What're you reading?" She asks curiously.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
"Unless you're really wanting to test the level of the understanding nature of hotel staff, that'd probably be a good idea." Nick agrees, giving a chuckle. He looks down to the book as Felicia inquires to it. "Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde" He answers, "Something a bit in tune with the season." He glances up to Felicia, "Have you read it?"

Felicia Hardy has posed:
     Felicia smirks instead this time, playing the flirt who's too well dressed for her own attitude, but the smile breaks as her eyebrow lifts up high above her eye, "Maybe not tonight, maybe not this specific hotel."

    Felicia purrs audibly as she wiggles her hips and lowers herself deeper into the chair. Arms held up by the armrests she's so deep and comfortable she extends a heal to place on the coffee table to truly relax and then a pitiful sound comes from the blonde. "I know we just met, and I really don't want to seem needy... but could you hand me my drink, you see, I just became intimately comfortable."

Michael Hannigan has posed:
"Well, I am certain when the night becomes that night, it will be an interesting time in whatever lobby you chose to do it in." Nick replies back. The book for the time being is ignored as he's currently engaged in conversation. The general movements coming from the blonde are not something to be ignored either. It's similar to watching a cat trying to find just the right place to lie down. There's that moment where the feet shift and you just know it found the right spot and darned if he didn't just watch the woman do the same thing.

The request does get rewarded with a blink. Did she just-? No. That was probably imagined because of the cat thought earlier. But as for that request.

Nick nods, moving from his own seat to grab the drink and hold it out to her.

Felicia Hardy has posed:
    Felicia grins, shimmies her shoulders and grinds her hips against the fabric to get that little bit more nestled into the chair when her hand feebly gasps the drink. "Thank you." She says with a pop in her voice, astutely grateful.

    "But to answer your question, no, I haven't." She's aware of it and has seen the movies and maybe a play or two, but she'll never admit, to it. "Would you mind telling me what is about and if it sounds good, I'll run out to the nearest library and grab a copy." She winks, or blinks? and shifts to get her lips even with the rim of the glass and takes a 'comfortable' sip.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Drink handed off, Nick gives a nod and moves away from Felicia to slide back into his own seat. A thumb rubs against the outside cover of the book in hand as Felicia asks him what the book is about. "Well, there are different variations of the story but in this one we're following a lawyer who is finding out about some strange circumstances revolving around his doctor friend. There's possible blackmail by another man. And there's a bit of a body count."

Felicia Hardy has posed:
    "Would you say it's a mystery thriller then?" Felicia asks, her blue eye locked onto Mike as the conversation is a bit more intriguing than it was with the bartender and any of the weirdos that expected her to jump out of her dress at them because they had money.

     Felicia closes her eyes for a moment, drawing in a breath over the alcohol in her glass, cooling the inside of her mouth a moment. "Who's driving the story?" She asks, a deepness to her voice as she wants the talk to continue.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
"Well, it does come with the mystery tone to it starting off since you're going from the lawyer's point of view who is more or less indirectly involved." Nick answers, "But the lawyer's far enough removed from the events you're not really fearing for him. But you do get that he's a bit concerned about his friend."

Felicia Hardy has posed:
    Felicia's visible eye slowly shifts to that glassy, thousand years stare sort of look. That sounds absolutely droll to the socialite. But she at least has the presence of the moment in mind to let it be seen on her face and doesn't lie to the poor man. "So..." She begins, rocking one foot back and forth on the table, as she presses her tongue against her teeth. "Which one are you?"

Michael Hannigan has posed:
After giving possibly the dryest analysis of a book possible, likely in efforts to avoid spoilers, it is no wonder Felicia has grown bored. The book is well past the grace period in which the no spoilers rule even applies. And yet, when the question is posed, Nick blinks. Which one i- "Pardon?"

Felicia Hardy has posed:
    "Are you the friend, the doctor or the monster?" Felicia asks lifting her glass vs swirling the contents before lifting her free hand to pluck the trio of olives on a skewer out and moves them to her lips. She bites the lead olive and slides the pick away and puts it back in the glass and takes a sip, eye locked onto Mike, waiting for his answer.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Nick considers the question before he gives a slight chuckle. Glancing down with a slight smile. He brings a hand up, resting a thumb to his cheek, the middle to his forehead and taps the temple with his index a couple of times. When the smile dies down, he lowers the hand and looks over towards Felicia. "Yes." He replies, matter of factly.

Wait. That's it?

"I suspect everyone's a got a bit of all three in them. I'm no different."

Felicia Hardy has posed:
    "A wise guy hmm." Felicia makes a mental note aloud after chewing her olive away.

    "What I meant was, which do you think of yourself as the most?" She asks, grasping the second olive with her teeth as well and then eating that one much quicker, maybe even daring to swallow it whole. Then a shimmy of her shoulders and a less than innocent look to Mike with that blue eye of hers over her dress and curves, "Because I'm undoubtedly, the monster." Then she winks, or blinks again.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
"Oh right now?" Nick asks, "As of this moment, I'm more of a Jekyll." His eyes line up with Felicia's look, "But, the problem with Hydes are that it doesn't take much to get them to come to the forefront."

He rests an arm on the nearby armrest, focusing on the conversational Felicia, "And, what makes you think you're the monster?"

Felicia Hardy has posed:
    "Actively restrained and hiding the monster within." Felicia smiles, showing a hint of teeth this time, "Subtle warning, I'm intrigued."

    "Me? Can't you tell?" She asks, her jewelry and dress sparkling fainting in the warm but dim lights of the lobby, the only real color coming from her eye and the remaining olive.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Nick takes the invitation to look, a bit more. The dress, while it does stand out, is not the focuse of attention. There's the slight uptlilt to the side of his lips before he quashes it down, closing it for a moment.

Eyes open, looking back to Felicia's. "If this is what you're like as a monster, I don't think you ever have to change back."

Felicia Hardy has posed:
    "It's not a physical change." She says, with an overly dramatic roll of her eye before she devours her last olive and finishes her drink in quick succession.

     She struggles briefly to get beneath herself and gets her feet beneath her. "I like you enough to not string you along. I just got stood up and am not happy about it and need an ego boost, but I'm not going to use you as a rebound, I'd like to hang out with you again, if you would like?"

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Nick smiles, "To the point. Nice. Alright. I'm currently traveling for work. But, if we run into each other again, drinks?"

Felicia Hardy has posed:
    "Drinks." Felicia says as she starts to walk away and then she pauses, looks down and slightly over her shoulder towards Mike. Being sure to look the way that her hair will allow. "Oh, and Nick, bring the cape." She lifts her hand with the glass held delicately in her fingers and she curls the hair out of her face so he can see both her blue eyes, making sure that this wink is noticed for what it is. A promised flirt.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
With the promise of drinks should they just HAPPEN to run into each other settled. Nick's smile remains strong, nodding. As she starts leaving, he glances down to open his book, glancing up when he hears part of his stage name. When she mentions part of the costume from the tv series, the book is forgotten again as his attention is focused on something else.

His eyes follow along the lines presented to his field of vision. Lingering upon certain points.

That poor wardrobe manager.