Owner	Pose
Thomas Blake	Thomas Blake has frequented the Black Market lately, waiting on more permanent lodgings, making deals and socializing. It turns out a lot of villains are lonely sorts, given the life style and party pretty hard. This includes Karaoke. Thomas soon left for the Wick. He arrived to numerous greetings from female servers and males who knew him and his fat tips. He quickly settled in at a booth in the back and basked in the shadows, sipping a beer, with a shot nearby. He wondered idly what trouble he could find tonight?
Blake Riviere	The Wick remained a haunt for Blake, the perfect place to blend in and enjoy, to be herself. Merely a pawn rather than a Queen, Blake hadn't been dressed in their revealing attire. But her black gown was replaced, once more turned to her red and black gothic choices she prefered. One last adjustment of her hair ribbons, the vampiress made her way toward the bar with a content sigh.
Thomas Blake	Thomas Blake notes Blake entering. He watches her adjust her hair ribbons with appreciation. She'd probably break cinder blocks in a girlish manner. Catman raises a glass to get her attention and smiles, an obvious invite to his table. He found her quite charming company on their last meeting here, not to mention her help disposing of some assassins who wanted to kill him. You make time for a woman like that. Okay there is the whole drinking blood thing but he was never one to pigeonhole some people.
Blake Riviere	A familier face, the vampiress does order her own glass, headed to the table and simply folding herself into the seat before lounging back to await her drink. "Thomas, good to see you again. Hopefully without more people chasing you here intent to ruin my evening like our last outing."
Thomas Blake	Thomas Blake slides closer to Blake and grins. "No one is after me, no. I don't think I ever thanked you for the assist. I could offer you my company, and pay for your entertainment tonight. Though honestly, you make me want to do that anyway. You're looking lovely this evening as always." He rests his arm on the back of the booth, not quite draping it over Blake's slim shoulders, waiting for a go ahead.
Blake Riviere	"I merely subdued them, their ultimate fate was yours to decide," she muses before shrugging her shoulders. She hadn't cared beyond wanting the vampire to leave her prefered quiet dining space unbothered. Thomas' shift earns a sidelong glance but little more, her glass arriving and the wine lifted to her lips. "I was suprised to see you this evening among the circle."
Thomas Blake	Thomas Blake chuckles. He doesn't move any closer. You move slowly and carefully when you befriend a predator. Most of it is letting them come to you or failing that, get used to you in stages. "I suppose as pawns we were expected to be awed and remain silent. I was a little disappointed to tell the truth. I rather hoped that other pawn would have gotten a reaction out of Lady Shiva. I always wanted to see her in action. I am a fan of her work. Sorry, I'm being too familiar. It's a curse. Being so friendly." He slides a bit further away.
Blake Riviere	Perhaps there was an affinity between an Apex vampiress and a great cat, similarities...or maybe she'd simply spent too often in her feline form that some habbits had bled across. Lazily sipping her drink, the woman smirks lightly, turning to face Thomas. "They're all so wrapped up in their own worlds, I doubt many of them noticed we were in the room."
Thomas Blake	Thomas Blake toys with Blake's free hand a little. Cautiously. "That's their loss as far as I'm concerned. I doubt they know what they really have in you or me. Could you consider me an ally in these Hellfire Club games? I think I could trust you. I hope you could trust me. I'm a loyal sort. Ask anyone in Blackgate or Arkham. That other fellow certainly got noticed. We should watch what happens."
Blake Riviere	"I have the patience to outlast them, if nothing else..." Blake muses, but her hand doesn't pull away from the touch. Instead she lazily draws her glass to her lips. "But an ally is certainly welcome...although I doubt your interests are purely political, non?"
Thomas Blake	Thomas Blake hehs. He takes Blake's hand fully in his large and somewhat scarred one. "Something more... have you looked at yourself lately?" He chuckles. "Seriously, a friend is better than an ally. Alliances tend to last till one side decides they are no longer convenient. Friendship is a matter of honor. I hope I can become your friend and have a measure of your trust. Fair enough? How I accomplish that is up to you. I am already two assassins in your debt ma belle."
Blake Riviere	A little chuckle, the french-accented vampiress nods her head lightly before tilting her head to the side. "I've lived long enough that true friendships can be...limited, thus a little more difficult for me. But one can try, no?"
Thomas Blake	Thomas Blake nods. "Believe it or not, I sympathize. I have met a number of ladies with supernatural leanings lately. I am in a relationship with one and... another ended badly. It is difficult. Also lonely at times. You are good company. My friend... well we both have areas of our lives kept separate. She is not possessive. Neither am I. In case anything more is possible. because you are lovely. There is something about immortals. One moment you're the Earth Mother, the next you act like you were kidnapped on the way to the prom."
Blake Riviere	A laugh, Blake turns to face the man, raising an eyebrow. "Actually, I was kidnapped on my way to a political marriage..." she muses aloud before gesturing to herself. "Another time, another life, literally lifetimes ago." A beat, Blake sets her glass aside, leaning forwards lightly. "But if so adept are you in the ways of immortal creatures that you think you know me then...well, come along. We'll see if the night can be a better distraction than the bores of politics."
Thomas Blake	Thomas Blake smirks. "I never said I was a master in your ways." He leans forward matching her move and draping a thick arm over her lightly. "I am eager to learn though, and I might surprise you." He leans in for a kiss, not knowing if he will be rebuffed or drained, and loving it. His other hand is gripping hers. The lure of the vampire is not exaggerated. At least not in this vampire's case. He hopes his charm doesn't fail him now. He's very sure she will not be a pawn of the Hellfire Club, whatever her designation.
Blake Riviere	The kiss was met, if only for a moment, long enough to suggest more...for her lips to move towards his throat...then to pull away as the girl in that black and red gothic dress slid from the booth and made to leave, only a glance over her shoulder suggesting he follow.
Thomas Blake	Thomas Blake takes the suggestion, slipping from the booth quickly he pads after the ever young woman and falls in beside her, neither leading nor following and taking her hand.