Feb 15 00:42:22 106 PA

From Chronicles

The night waxes, midnight near and the Nightingale is still populated with late night revelers. Vixen is among them, though her revelry is a quiet thing, A refreshed glass of pink tinged tequila keeping her company at her left side booth. She continues to people watch, leaned back subtly in her seat, feet up on the opposite bench.

After the last few evenings, quiet revelry could be quite welcome for Leonard. He enters the club easily, having no weapons of mass destruction to check at the door. In lieu of an immediate seat, he walks to the bar to order some refreshment. When the drink arrives, it is iced, clear, and suspiciously free of bubbles or shots from unnumerable bottles.

Vixen slips a hand into her coat, drawing out her little cig case. THe dull silver case opened, she inspects the contents with a slight frown. Dwindling a bit. "Gunna have to make up some more," she murmurs to herself, drawing out one casually before the case is snapped closed and slid back into her coat. She toys with it for short while at first, slowly twirling the little thing between her fingers as she glances around. Noticing Leo's presence with a slight smirk, fishing for her lighter.

Leonard takes his extra wet water on the rocks and steps back from the bar, sipping as he looks over the other evening guests and the available seating. The videophile is noted in return, and he arches a brow as she approaches. Awareness that she was aware of him could be a good thing, but the smirk suggests otherwise. "Did you lose something?" The question is asked with mild amusement as he looks to her rummaging.

"Not a lost thing to be seen. Why, you looking for something?" Vixens' casual response. She leaves her feet up on the opposing bench, though she's in far enough that there's plenty enough room for someone to sit. For now neither inviting nor denying as she lifts her glass for a sip. Though a moment before she would sip, she notes what he seems to have in his glass. "Keeping it sober today?"

"I am usually looking for something, someone or somewhere, at some time." Leonard chuckles, then rolls his shoulders as he lifts his glass. "Keeping away the headache tomorrow, actually. Maybe I should stick with the expensive wine. I might run out of credits before my head utterly explodes, that way." Vixen chuckles lowly. "Lightweight," she jabs, lifting her own glass for a casual sip before she tips the glass towards the opposite side of the booth, then settles it down. "So what are you looking for today, then?" Her eyes slid towards him in a sidelong glance, set to track him should he move to settle himself down.

Leonard smirks. "Lush." The returning jab is more friendly than anything else. "A chance to sit would be nice, and a bit of company. May I join you?" He motions to her table with his glass, but not to any particular seat thereat.

"Go right ahead, but you have to entertain me. Either that or fork over a hundred cred. Your choice," Vixen says, a brow arches subtly. "Ain't nothing in life free, after all. At least, nothing worth doing anyway. PLenty of crappy stuff that don't cost much at all." She grins, her glass lifted again for a light draw. The pinkish amber within dwindling to half.

"So I need to hand over my wallet or stand on my head..." Vixen receives a wry grin as Leonard takes a seat opposite her bench and adjacent to her feet. "A difficult choice. How easily are you entertained?" "Depends on the day," Vixen states. "Though I'm not feeling too picky today." She finally lifts the cig she drew out to her lips and handles her lighter. The motions of lighting it up done with that casual ease of repetition. Once it's light she flicks the lighter closed and murmurs, "But you might have to make it quick, feeling the night catch up to me. Don't wanna build up no interest."

Leonard hmms. "A scenic trip across the continent is out, then, I guess..." He chuckles softly before becoming more somber. "If I'm keeping you?..." A brow arches at the question. "At least you don't need to push me out of the way this time."

Vixen smirks a little at that. "Not done with my drink yet," she notes, giving her glass a little waggle. "So humor me.. if you were to show a lady a good time, what would you do? Sometimes you can tell a lot about a guy by the answer to that kind of question. And don't try passing it off since you don't know what's around.. assume. Or talk generally. The intent means more than the details."

"Well, that does depend on the lady, but..." Leonard offers up a minor defense before seriously considering his reply. Even if he hasn't been put on the spot during a broadcast, he's still fairly certain she's going to hold him there, anyhow. "I would show her something she had not seen. Some other place, on this world or another." He sips a swallow of water. "Some educational sightseeing with the wonder of magic thrown in for flavor, of course." A fresh grin and brow arching follows. "Do you think it might work?"

Vixen takes a light draw off her cig and removes it from between her lips. Holding hte smoke casually as Leo speaks. Toward the end she smirks a little and releases the smoke a bit to the side. "Maybe. Though I don't know about the dimension hopping thing. Sounds like that could be dangerous. But that might work.. as long as the lady ain't too upset by all that magic. Around here.. most ladies have probably been just about everywhere, though. So that side of it could be rough. Unless you're creative."

Leonard chuckles. "I would start with somewhere a bit closer, or somewhat safe, at least. I'm reasonably certain that having a date eaten by some otherworldly creature would not make a good impression..." He sets his glass down upon the table after swirling the ice somewhat fidgetingly. "Of course, the lady might be used to things like that, like you said."

"I guess you'll just have to risk it some time, whenever that time comes," Vixen says. "Just be careful, some ladies don't much care for indecisive guys. You gotta be assertive.. know what you're after and go for it." She bobs her head in a nod. "Then there's Cali. She likes the other sort that ain't so assertive. Found a good one for her too, lucky boy."

"I'll remember that. You do always keep your camera on hand, right?" Leonard then follows the slight shift in topic, "Found one? So you're a matchmaker as well?"

Vixen snorts faintly and shakes her head. "I didn't find him, she found him. Though I have been the good friend a few times for her." She then shifts her hand to pat one of the lower pockets, out of sight under the table. "Always have my camera with me. Not always on, but always ready just in case. Why, you looking to get something recorded?"

Leonard nods, holding his answer long enough to retrieve, sip, and then return his water. "If I ever convince you to let me spirit you away somewhere, I'd expect you to want it saved. I wouldn't mind a copy of the recording, either... especially if you were actually impressed."

Vixen grins idly, swirling her glass without really focusing on the action. "Oh, so you'd do this sort of thing for me, huh? I guess you'll just have to work on your pitch then. I'm not the easiest sell in the world." She lifts the glass then and drains it of the remains smoothly. A breath released then. "All done. Looks like I head up now." Her feet slip from the booth, though her rise and departure is delayed a bit as she retrieves her satchel.

"Practice makes perfect..." Leonard returns the grin and rises with her, perhaps just to be polite. "and I don't doubt it. You've probably seen and heard it all. The next time you throw out another question, you might well know more of me than I do."

"If I've seen it all, the word is a pretty sad place," Vixen comments as she gets herself settled once on her feet. Her cig drawn up for a lighter draw before she adds, "Finding out about people is what I do. Well, sometimes anyway. Have a good night, man." Her hand flipped his way in a casual motion before she turns to start off. Out into the lobby, then up the elevator.

Leonard nods and lifts a hand in kind. "Good night." He watches her departure as he depletes his water.