An evening of theater talk and a little casual spying. (OTA in the hotel lobby or bar. Tag Draco)
Brigid dressed herself in something moderately slight, silky, and slinky -- she wasn't out to actively seduce anyone, but looking good was its own reward, and headed down to the bar.
She was punctual, a bit early even, and settled into a seat with views of all the entrances and with a wall at her back, with a snifter of cognac to wait for Draco.
As she waited, she kept an ear on the conversations around her, concentrating through the background noise to follow ones that especially interested her. She worked on keeping her face neutral no matter what she overheard. For the most part, that was easy, she found most people only mildly interesting at best. This village, however, was full of people who weren't most people, and who knew, but that one of them might say something that could break her poker face.
She had a small box in front of her, a trinket for Draco, in thanks for speaking with her.
She was punctual, a bit early even, and settled into a seat with views of all the entrances and with a wall at her back, with a snifter of cognac to wait for Draco.
As she waited, she kept an ear on the conversations around her, concentrating through the background noise to follow ones that especially interested her. She worked on keeping her face neutral no matter what she overheard. For the most part, that was easy, she found most people only mildly interesting at best. This village, however, was full of people who weren't most people, and who knew, but that one of them might say something that could break her poker face.
She had a small box in front of her, a trinket for Draco, in thanks for speaking with her.
