Owner	Pose
Ariah Olivie	Ariah had been here all day. She'd been at the Chelsea Market since 7 in the morning and it's now nearing 2am. There's a bare trickle of customers and even staff as cleanup has begun and what few last minute patrons are rushing around to get a last minute late dinner, or some sundry or other from a home products store that was on sale. The small white-haired woman, however, has simply.. been. She's been in the same seat, at the same table, for literal hours. But she's been kind enough to buy a coffee every two hours. Or a slice of cake. Or a sandwich.     In fact, she's been the perfect customer. She's cleaned up after herself and not made a nuisance of herself. So she's been here, perhaps waiting for someone, while reading through a half dozen books she'd brought along with her.
Blake Riviere	Blake hadn't quite been there so long, but the promise of a certain meeting was quite enough to have the raven-haired woman making her way in through the door, her form wrapped in a black sundress and a smile on her face as she spots the young woman and makes her approach, accented tones carrying her joy. "Ariah! It's good to see you!"
Ariah Olivie	Ariah perks up, those mismatched eyes focused on the source of the voice. "Mademoiselle..." she says quietly, not so exclamatory. She does stand, though, quickly, and bows deeply when the ravenette approaches her. The look on her face she reserves only for Blake for now. And it's one of joy. Whenever the taller woman is near, she's... different.     "It is good of you to visit. You got my summons, non? I wished for us to dine together tonight."
Blake Riviere	Her new ventures into the Hellfire club might well call for some formality as much as her position in the vampire world, but there was none of that reserve when it came to Ariah, her hands coming to claim the other woman's sides of her head and draw her in for a quick, soft kiss of greeting before she releases the young Vampiress. "I did...it is so wonderful to have you in the same city again, I could hardly refuse you at all..."
Ariah Olivie	"I have not gone far," Ariah states, her cheeks turning a faint darker shade as she's kissed, but she leans up into it, returning it. A warm press of lips and her arms hug gently around Blake's midsection for a few moments. Then she lets go. "I have been to Gotham a few times, but... where you are, it is home, non?" She offers that light little smile, but it's warm. The icy little woman can certainly muster up some softnes, absolutely. "Ah, but we should be going, non? I have questions as well," she begins to gather up her things and put them in her bag.     A little chime tones over the Market, a voice echoing, a ten minute warning before everyone should be departing due to the shops closing!
Blake Riviere	"The world is our home for all eternity ma chaton," she purrs to the other woman, nodding at the mention of Gotham. Oh there were stories to tell! Looping her arm with Ariah, the elder vampire moves to join her on the path out to seek a meal.
Ariah Olivie	Ariah nods, "I do find Gotham agrees with my... sensibilities..." she states softly. And then she hooks her bookbag over her shoulder and follows along, arm in arm with her beloved Sire. "But I wished to speak about the Hellfire, ma chere... the proprieter had me speak to him. If I am not mistaken in his position?" she purses her lips. She lets Blake lead, presumably to where she'd parked a car.     Then the sound of shouting and glass breaking can be heard down the far end of the long market corridor. It's late. Security is light. There's more freight moving through than customers. A perfect opportunity for somoene to make a ruckus.