[The slight grin on his face widens a little at her compliment. The club is the result of years worth of blood, sweat, and other people’s tears. He’s lost it before even and only somewhat recently gained it back. Hearing it praised means a lot to him, and on behalf of the many people who work there.]
Follow me, then. [There’s the less formal bar near the gambling tables that he takes her to, figuring the other one tied to the restaurant could come later if dinner is desired. As they go they get some curious looks, it isn’t often Kaz brings people by that aren’t simply investors, but amiable nods are given in greeting without comment. They also know better than to ask Kaz about it. At the bar, the bartender attends Stella first before sliding a whiskey across the table for Kaz without needing to ask.
After giving his barkeep a nod in thanks, Kaz lifts his glass to her.] Anything in particular muses like to drink to? [He’s only teasing a little.] A show worthy of encores?
I can’t say I have a distributor for ambrosia yet, but I’m always open to new business proposals if a contact comes my way.
[He raises a glass a little towards her when the port appears, then takes a sip. Port is a little sweet for him, but it suits her. Somehow despite his line of work and how submersed in violence he is, he finds kind people to surround himself with. It’s not something he’s delved in too deeply, but he does like the little glimpses of goodness left in the world that people like her exhibit. It takes time for him to trust it, but he’s grown to trust her.]
Tonight? The club’s booked a local band. They infuse a few genres into their music but have leaned heavily on blues of late.
I imagined that would be the case. I can’t see many who call themselves gods wanting to embark on a distribution deal selling their wares to the common pigeons.
[Not that Kaz particularly cares. He isn’t a man who places value or faith in anyone or anything but his small band of people, and from his being hired by those of higher status, they often just seem like more trouble than they’re worth. Stella is a rare exception.]
Glad to hear it. It’s been many years in the making. It looks a lot different than it was when I first took it over. I started out running the floors here.
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Follow me, then. [There’s the less formal bar near the gambling tables that he takes her to, figuring the other one tied to the restaurant could come later if dinner is desired. As they go they get some curious looks, it isn’t often Kaz brings people by that aren’t simply investors, but amiable nods are given in greeting without comment. They also know better than to ask Kaz about it. At the bar, the bartender attends Stella first before sliding a whiskey across the table for Kaz without needing to ask.
After giving his barkeep a nod in thanks, Kaz lifts his glass to her.] Anything in particular muses like to drink to? [He’s only teasing a little.] A show worthy of encores?
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I doubt you have ambrosia. So port will do.
[Her tone is a little flirtatious. She is impressed with the club and fascinated by Kaz. He looks young for someone who has done so well for himself.]
What sort of show are we going for?
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[He raises a glass a little towards her when the port appears, then takes a sip. Port is a little sweet for him, but it suits her. Somehow despite his line of work and how submersed in violence he is, he finds kind people to surround himself with. It’s not something he’s delved in too deeply, but he does like the little glimpses of goodness left in the world that people like her exhibit. It takes time for him to trust it, but he’s grown to trust her.]
Tonight? The club’s booked a local band. They infuse a few genres into their music but have leaned heavily on blues of late.
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[The nectar of the gods isn't commonplace, and Stella hasn't tasted it in centuries.]
Very classy, I quite like the whole mood in here.
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[Not that Kaz particularly cares. He isn’t a man who places value or faith in anyone or anything but his small band of people, and from his being hired by those of higher status, they often just seem like more trouble than they’re worth. Stella is a rare exception.]
Glad to hear it. It’s been many years in the making. It looks a lot different than it was when I first took it over. I started out running the floors here.