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[OOC: Continued from here.]

That might not be a touch-derived inspiration but I’d say it exists in a similar ballpark.

I can, sure. Do you have a preference between coin or card tricks?

Card tricks I think. What about magic interests you?

I like that there’s more than what’s seen on the surface. Someone can simply enjoy the spectacle, or think on it a little while before giving up, but then there are those who stay awake until they figure out how a trick is done.

I can’t leave a mystery without unraveling what’s inside of it. Be it a story, a trick, or a person. Often, the three go together as one.

You are a very interesting man, you know? I'm going to take you up on that drink very soon.

I keep myself entertained. Though I also enjoy entertaining company, so please do.

Are you available tomorrow evening?

If it’s okay being around nine, certainly. I have a meeting prior and I hate making plans that I might not make, so giving myself a little cushion room. [Keeping promises, even social plans, is indeed a big deal with Kaz.]

[OOC: If you’re interested I’d be down to thread it out? Totally fine if not, but I wanted to ask! I’m enjoying them regardless. :) ]

I'll be there at nine.

[ooc- absolutely happy to continue. I even started watching the show. Lol]

[OOC: Awesome! I can get us a starter going either tonight or tomorrow. I hope you enjoy the show! I found it a fun adaptation. :D ]

[The Crow Club is the largest in the entertainment district, though its decoration is sleek and monochromatic rather than the colorful ostentatiousness that usually permeates the area. Black marble and gray pillars, wait staff in uniform that are classy, with gaming halls, a restaurant, bar, and performance area. As promised Kaz is on the premise when she arrives, upstairs working in his office. It takes a little time for him to work his way down the stairs and greet her just inside the entrance. He’s dressed just like his club, in a black suit and gray vest, his silver crow’s head cane at his side. Black gloves cover his hands, and one corner of his mouth dips upwards in a greeting smirk. It’s fleeting and sharp, but honest. It’s more than most get out of him. His gaze is just as discerning as he takes her in, though it’s not leering but rather Kaz likes to make sure those he’s friendly with are doing okay. It’s a short list, but one he rigorously watches over.]

Glad you could make it. Should we start by getting a drink, then taking a tour?

[The club is much more elegant than Stella would have imagined, it is sleek and professional. She finds she quite likes it straight away. She is busy looking around and taking in all the people by the time Kaz makes it to her.

The grin she gives him is far less subtle.]

It's a beautiful place, I'd love a drink.

[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?

[Stella orders a glass of port. She tends to prefer her drinks on the sweet side.]

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?

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.

You'll be hard pressed to find one these days.

[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.

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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