9399/New Years Night Out

New Years Night Out
Date of Scene:	01 January 2022
Location:	VIP Lounge - Hellfire Club
Synopsis:	Blake and Norman meet at a Hellfire club New Years Celebration and discuss drives, hungers and ambition.
Cast of Characters:	Norman Osborn, Blake Riviere

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Norman Osborn has posed:
The Hellfire Club itself is hopping tonight, filled to the brim with many who chose not to indulge in private or other locales to ring in the New Year. The VIP Lounge is a bit more sparse - so many of those important people are hosting their own legendary parties. New Year's Eve does tend to be a part for hosting more than attending. There are, of course, some notable exceptions. Such as Norman Osborne.

    Captain of Industry, and noteworthy stickler for perfection, Norman is seated off to the side, by himself, in one of the room's comfortable chairs. His gaze rests on the dance floor, but from the way his eyes do not move at all it is clear that he is not following any movement down there. His thoughts and vision are introspective. His hand holds a glass of whiskey, claw style, fingers resting down along the sides while his palm rests above the glass. He is near motionless.

Blake Riviere has posed:
A night out and another year for Blake Reviere, of the many that she'd seen pass by it was still always entertaining to find out what another would bring, for herself and for humanity.

Of course officially here she was a 'daughter' of a previous member, an investor who did well...but there were likely a few who had paid enough attention to notice the young woman looked quite a bit like her 'mother'. A question not asked, it was rude to speculate on immortality after all.

Here for the party, Blake's form was wrapped in a designer dreas, short and black like her usual stylings, but the small red stones forming her necklace and the little ruby hairpin that held one side of her ruby locks back completed her usual color coordination.

Wine glass in hand, she moved her way across the room, beverage untouched as she made her way to a seat of her own.

Norman Osborn has posed:
Indeed, Norman's thoughts may have lingered in whatever world had captured them, his eyes staring senselessly at the dance floor below. But something about the flash of movement across his field of vision dragged him from his reverie. Maybe it was the sparkle of the light against the red stones of her necklace. Either which way, Blake's crossing into his field of vision snaps Norman back to reality. Not that anyone watching him would notice, as not a muscle changed. Simply his eyes, moving to follow Blake as she first comes into focus.

Blake Riviere has posed:
Noticing being noticed or simply a glance of chance, Blake's gaze shifts to Norman and there's a raise of her glass, a tilt of her head in greeting and a light quirk of her lips before she speaks, French accent lightly coloring her tones.

"Daunted by the year to come, or reflecting on what was?"

Norman Osborn has posed:
In truth, it may have been that his gaze had not even landed upon her, merely drawn by the stones. In either case, as Blake speaks to Norman, his attention is definitely captured by her. "The year to come is full of endless possibilities." His gaze shifts over, and his eyes run and down the entirety of her form. The first time with the look of a predator, assessing the attributes and benefits of its prey; the second time the gaze seems even more intent. "I lack the time to seize them all. So choices must be made." He seems to show no shame whatsoever in the manner in which he appraises Blake.

Blake Riviere has posed:
"Ambition and opportunity, work so well together and yet...there's rarely enough time for all of both for most of us, no?"

Blake shrugs, the woman settling in comfortable, almost aloof to the gaze her form brings. Confidence of one used to such things, used to the company. Another predator almost certain, or a creature born to them. "And what have you chosen?"

Norman Osborn has posed:
A slow smile creeps over the face of Norman Osborn. His eyes alight with recognition of another predator. The barest of nods, but an indication of invitation - to the seat next to him, sharing a small end table between the two. "All of it." His voice is husky, deep. A rich gravely tone surpassing his prior statements. That answer came from deep within.

Blake Riviere has posed:
A little laugh, Blake shifts her position where she sits, a little sip claimed of her drink as she brings her knees together and a tap of her high-heeled foot.

"Bold, broad, I like it."

Norman Osborn has posed:
"And yourself?" Norman raises the glass towards his lips, casually tipping it to pour the whiskey between his lips. The claw grip remains, an odd choice for sipping whiskey perhaps, but it is what he favors.

Blake Riviere has posed:
"Suprise, enjoyment, making the most of what comes before me." Blake shrugs, her gaze shifting to the other patrons for a moment before drifting back to the man. "Having a plan is fine after all, but overcoming what you don't expect, trying new things...that is a thrill to itself, no?"

Norman Osborn has posed:
"I still have enough goals to yet achieve that doing so is my rerward." Norman repeasts his drinking motion. "At some point soon I may seek out the unexpected. But for the moment, I am not sure it could contain anything that is anyt better than what I am already on the path to."

Blake Riviere has posed:
Her own deceptively delicate fingers idly toying with the stem of her wine glass, Blake gives a little chuckle at that, painted lips quirking with amusement as she leans forward, her other hand shifting to her lap.

"Oh please, do feel free to share. Half the fun is seeing what motivates others, what gets them up in the morning or sends them to bed yearning."

Norman Osborn has posed:
His gaze follows the movement of her fingers, and her hand, obediently indulging her in the calls of attention. "My motivations are simple - make myself into the strongest version of what I can be. Ensure that no one can ever take what I built over the course of my lifetime." Norman raises the whiskey glass to his lips again as he eyes Blake. "I have not gone to bed yearning in years."

Blake Riviere has posed:
She actually laughs at that, a soft intoning of amused appreciation from the vampiress who lifts her glass to her lips once more and drains the red liquid within. Wine, of course. Blood might be what she needed to sustain her, but 'normal' things could be consumed by her, if only for experience and sensation.

"I suppose that makes you quite rare. A titan on a mountain of gold..." she muses before gesturing with her hand as the empty glass is set aside. "And yet, some many here have plenty, and still hunger for more all the same."

Norman Osborn has posed:
"If we are not moving forward, we are moving backward." His hand very subtly moves in a circle, swishing the remaining whiskey in the glass. "I have plenty of hungers. I usually sate them." A grin crosses over his expression. "And then I find new ones. It keeps me young.":

Blake Riviere has posed:
A giggle, honest and perhaps less 'rehersed' than normal, or even more so, but certainly Blake could find amusement in his choice of words. "Isn't that the truth?" she muses before closing her eyes. "There is always another hunger out there after all."

Norman Osborn has posed:
An eyebrow arches as Norman studies Blake. "Indeed. Merely different kinds." He draws the whiskey back up to his lips, and takes a health swallow. "So what is your hunger, then?" He studies her closely.

Blake Riviere has posed:
Her own glass is lifted once more, a signal for a drink to the wait staff while black lazily crosses her leg at the knees, a little shift of her form to preserve modesty suggesting it was more than a little practice.

"Oh, that much is simple. Excitement, experiences, new things to bring interest and satisfaction."

A little shift of her free hand, she gestures to herself. "After all, if one only cares for having luxuries catered for, all of use here would be sated."

Norman Osborn has posed:
A soft laugh from Norman at that. "That is certainly true. No, I do not come here for the luxuries within, but for the people patronizing it." Did his gaze drift down as she recrosses her legs? Quite possibly. "Sometimes it is to seek opportunity. Sometimes just sort sport." Another chuckle. "I suspect you have the same motivation."

Blake Riviere has posed:
Now she moves, making to stand and likely startling the poor waiter that brought her wine, yet somehow she manages not to splash herself, luck or balance.

Sipping the glass without so much as a smudge to her lipstick, the woman's eyes watching over the rim before she lowers it and traces a fingertip on that glass edge.

"And which is it tonight for you? Opportunity or sport?"

Norman Osborn has posed:
His eyes follow her motions, as he draws the glass to his mouth to finish off the last of the whiskey. "It is always sport, unless sport reveals itself to be opportunity." Norman smiles. "Often it is hard to tell which it is until well after."

Blake Riviere has posed:
"Another truth," Blake muses, a step back taken and a little shift as she moves from the lounge chair she sat in to step sidelong. "I suppose one will have to see what this night and the New Year holds..."

Norman Osborn has posed:
"Indeed. As you said, sometimes not knowing what is coming is the greatest feeling." Normal places the whiskey glass down at the end table next to his seat. "Sometimes, it is enough to just find a new challenge. One cannot afford to become restless and complacent."

Blake Riviere has posed:
She shifts, a little lift of her hand to her cheek and a grin lightly as she sips her drink one last time before setting it aside fulling, only half-drained but apparently a taste she'd grown bored of.

"I think I've had quite enough of the sidelines for tonight. Perhaps it is time to see what one might find."

Norman Osborn has posed:
Norman Osborn chuckles softly as he regard Blake. A light, mirthless chuckle. "And what is it that you are looking for, then?"

Blake Riviere has posed:
"For the moment?" Blake muses, turning her back but quite deliberately keeping angle to look over her shoulder at the man with a smirk on her painted lips. "I think I am going to go celebrate. Perhaps a dance, and perhaps another drink..."

Norman Osborn has posed:
"It is a night to celebrate," replies Norman as he watches her turn. "Enjoy your dance, and your drink." He sems to enjoy the prospect of watching her go.