Feb 14 21:39:11 106 PA

From Chronicles

Evening is busy time for the Nightingale. With 9:30 just recently passed, Vixen is lounging at the booth she's taken to, off to the left, this time without her portable video shop set up. Though she does have her satchel at her side, laid aside for the now. A glass of liquor that's a pink tinged amber is loosely clasped as she people watches quietly with a relaxed expression.

Who other to show up but Alistair - that's probably a bit of a surprise. He makes it to the booth Vixen's sitting and stops there, looking a bit sheepish. "Good evening Miss Vixen. How are you?" he asks. If she is surprised, she doesn't show it when he comes up to the booth and speaks. She looks towards him, a subtle grin coming to her lips. "Relaxed, man. Sit down, tell Vixen what's on your mind, cause you look like you got something on yours." She leans back a little, glass lifted to take a light draw from her glass. As it's laid down, she asks, "Ever had strawberry tequila?"

"I have not" Alistair replies, sitting down. "I'm sorry. I was frustrated and I wasn't very nice to you; but I figured out what you meant. What Caliopa had said was that she did not need 'the world and his wife' to know about us" Alistair explains in pretty much one breath.

Vixen glances to the side, motioning to a nearby server, then pointing at her own glass. Signaling for another before she looks back to Alistair. Her expression remains even as he speaks and she seems to make the connection. "Yeah? Well, good. Cause the last thing I want to find out is you got some other woman while you're with Cali. Vixen don't like that sort of bullshit. As you saw." She smirks faintly and adds, "You didn't seem the married type to me anyway."

"As if I would do that..." says Alistair, frowning faitnly - perhaps that in and of itself being a little insulting to the young man. "Besides ... Miss Vixen, why so much interest in Cali and ... you knew her size" me murmurs, looking at her, his brows hiked up a little with curiosity in his expression.

"She's a nice person, I don't like seeing nice people jerked around," Vixen replies. "And I know clothes. Part of knowing clothes is knowing measurements. Don't know a thing about making 'em, but I can chose good ones. I guess that means my estimates were right." She grins broadly at that. "So was it a nice Valentines?" Her amusement coming back in full force, the prior potentially insulting topic simply allowed to fall to the side on her part.

"She's a nice person, I don't like seeing nice people jerked around," Vixen replies. "And I know clothes. Part of knowing clothes is knowing measurements. Don't know a thing about making 'em, but I can chose good ones." She pauses, eyeing Alistair idly. "But how do you know it fits yet? Not valentines day.. or was this for the pre show?" She grins broadly at that, her amusement coming back in full force.

Alistair blushes at that, good way to distract him! "No, not yet ... I meant to give it to her but things kept coming up" he explains. "So I'll wait for that day now ... um" he blinks his eyes, and reaches into his pocket to bring out and present a small memory stick to Vixen. "And me request ... she didn't want to be named, and she doesn't think she's a hero, but she helps people every day. You called me one, I just do what I'm t-um..." a pause, a little frown, "So, I guess from one to the other ... if you don't mind, for your broadcast."

Vixen takes the memory stick, casually lifting it up to consider, as if she might be able to draw the information off of it with just a glance. Though after a moment her attention flickers to Alistair. "What's on it?" Cutting right to the core. A glass is brought, holding a similar drink to Vixen's. The strawberry tequila, which she notes, "He's paying for that one." Indicating Alistair with the memory stick.

"A song" says Alistair, and blinks his eyes as the drink is delivered, blushing faintly. Now that it's been more or less forced on him ... he takes the glass and also produces money for it right away; he smiles at the waitress pleasantly, and tips her. "Thank you." And back to Vixen.

"When do you want it played? And do you want something said with it?" asked by Vixen casually as she lays the memory stick down and draws out her little handheld computer. She keys it on and then makes ready to note down his words. "You did plan on something like that, right?" Her brows rise.

"A little ... you mean this?" Alistair inquires, his brows hiking up a little. He tries a bit of the drink - he doesn't seem to mind that it's a bit stiff, either.

Vixen gives Alistair an odd look. "I mean what? I assume you want me to play this song on Valentines? At a certain time of day? Perhaps with a little intro to let her know that its from you? That's what I mean," Vixen notes, still eyeing the man carefully.

"Oh! Yes" Alistair nods and smiles - these things make him just a touch nervous, you know. "Five minutes before midnight; to my firey, brown-eyed beauty. I think that's all I'd want it to say" his blush overcomes him then and he quickly takes a gulp from that drink.

Vixen smirks faintly. "From Alistair?" She seems to finish her notes even as she asks this, fingers flicking over the keys smoothly while he spoke previously. The hand held turned off, the small machine slid back into her coat smoothly. "You're lucky I'm a good friend or there are so many ways I could take advantage of you." Said straight out, the young woman still amused.

"No" says Alistair, "I'm pretty sure she'll know" he replies a moment later. He blinks his eyes and looks at her, his eyes wide. "W-why? I mean how?" the idea really hadn't crossed his mind.

Vixen nods her head once as she picks up her glass again, grinning broadly at Alistair. "Cause I could have charged you for this and not asked the details. And just played it some time on the 14th without a message. But I'm not charging and I did ask." She lifts her glass for a light draw before she adds, "Suffice to say, you're a lucky guy."

"OOoh..." says Alistair, nodding his head a little as he listens. "I understand" another nod, "Thank you" and takes a breath, and another gulp from that drink. "Um ... so, do you have a date for Valentine's Miss Vixen?"

"With work," Vixen replies as she relaxes back again. "Some people get to play on days like that, some of us still have to work and Vixen is always on the job. Why, you got someone you wanna hook me up with? Got a blushing brother?"

"I was only curious" Alistair replies, shrugging his shoulders a touch. He smiles at her, "I thought you would have had one. You will be covering the day then?" he inquires, "I guess you get to go to a lot of fun places then."

"Some time at the Alibi, they're holding a little something. And other work." Vixen shrugs her shoulders idly. "Believe it or not, I'm a bit discerning when it comes to who I get close to. Don't have much interest in playing the field casually. And so far, no one has stepped up to the plate." She gives her shoulders another roll. "I go wherever I think I can find a story. When I'm active, anyway. Not active to night, though I don't go anywhere without my camera and my little radio. Just in case." She and Alistair are settled at her chosen booth to the left, that distinctive pinkish tequila before both.

"Ah ... " Alistair tilts his head a little, "I never ...played the field" he admits, his brows hiking up a touch, "But I don't regret that" he smiles - ah yes, he's really happy with Cali. "Then I think I shall leave you be for now, and thank you again!" he finishes that drinks off, and stands up to head out. Will he make it home? Or to Cali? Who knows.

Vixen tips her glass towards Alistair as he decides to head out. "Just remember what I said," she prompts casually before he's gone too far. Lingering in place as she continues to quietly nurse her drink and people watch.