[RP] Lawyers Eat Too, Y'know...
Monique led the way into the warmly decorated restraunt, bustling with the activity of the lunch rush. With its warm colors and ethnic decor, it rode a fine line between cheezy and charming. It was similar to another place her dad and she had frequented when she was growing up, only then it had been Italian that was the favored fare.
But above all...it was warm. And having spent her previous life in Egypt and the Medditeranean, regardless of being born and brought up in New York, she'd never gotten used to the cold.
"This is a great place to kill the chill." she sighed, shedding her jacket and walking up to the hostess. "Yo, whassup? We're with Mr. Ellison's party?"
"Oh! Yes, of course...walk this way, ladies."
"Dunno if I could walk *that* way." Monique muttered to Eve with a grin as the hostess sashayed forward, leading them across the restraunt to a table where Ezekiel sat, sipping a drink with a deeply introspective look on his face...a mixture of thought, sadness, and pain that aged his youthful features years.
Monique walked up behind him and kissed the top of his head. "Lemme guess...you're thinkin' about Spain?"
Ezekiel tilted his head up to look at her with a warm smile, reaching up to touch her cheek affectionately. "Budapest, actually...remember Magda?"
Monique's smile lost a little light at the mention of that name. "I remember that I cut her throat."
"Mery tasherit, I'm not blaming you."
"Then make ya a deal...me? No self-flagellation. You? No brooding." she chirped brightly, moving around to take a seat beside him with a grin as she gestured to Eve. "Besides...I brought presents."
Ezekiel finally noticed Eve, grinning broadly. "Tasherit! Well isn't this a pleasant surprise! Impatient as I made you before, I didn't think you'd accept the invitation...I'm glad that I was wrong! Please, have a seat...what are you girls drinking? The day's on me."
"Vodka with a beer chaser...good little Russian girl and Egyptian demon like me's gotta have her 'mother's milk' and all."
Ezekiel rolled his eyes at that, muttering to himself in Demotic. "Mahet, my treasure, you're going to kill me yet by killing yourself with that damned paint thinner you call alcohol."
"Okay, new addendum: no preaching. And Eve's here to help me enforce it. Eve, don't be afraid to press the 'little lady' card, Dad's a sucker for a pretty face."
He just grinned in response, signalling a waiter as he took a swig of his own beer. "It would be impolite for me to deny a lady anything." he insisted cheerfully. "And I'm ordering you a beer, tasherit...you forget this is a Mexican restraunt. Not likely to have vodka."
Monique shrugged amicably. "Girl can dream, right? Especially after the number we just pulled."
"That's right, that's right...how did things go with the Shaman, girls?"
But above all...it was warm. And having spent her previous life in Egypt and the Medditeranean, regardless of being born and brought up in New York, she'd never gotten used to the cold.
"This is a great place to kill the chill." she sighed, shedding her jacket and walking up to the hostess. "Yo, whassup? We're with Mr. Ellison's party?"
"Oh! Yes, of course...walk this way, ladies."
"Dunno if I could walk *that* way." Monique muttered to Eve with a grin as the hostess sashayed forward, leading them across the restraunt to a table where Ezekiel sat, sipping a drink with a deeply introspective look on his face...a mixture of thought, sadness, and pain that aged his youthful features years.
Monique walked up behind him and kissed the top of his head. "Lemme guess...you're thinkin' about Spain?"
Ezekiel tilted his head up to look at her with a warm smile, reaching up to touch her cheek affectionately. "Budapest, actually...remember Magda?"
Monique's smile lost a little light at the mention of that name. "I remember that I cut her throat."
"Mery tasherit, I'm not blaming you."
"Then make ya a deal...me? No self-flagellation. You? No brooding." she chirped brightly, moving around to take a seat beside him with a grin as she gestured to Eve. "Besides...I brought presents."
Ezekiel finally noticed Eve, grinning broadly. "Tasherit! Well isn't this a pleasant surprise! Impatient as I made you before, I didn't think you'd accept the invitation...I'm glad that I was wrong! Please, have a seat...what are you girls drinking? The day's on me."
"Vodka with a beer chaser...good little Russian girl and Egyptian demon like me's gotta have her 'mother's milk' and all."
Ezekiel rolled his eyes at that, muttering to himself in Demotic. "Mahet, my treasure, you're going to kill me yet by killing yourself with that damned paint thinner you call alcohol."
"Okay, new addendum: no preaching. And Eve's here to help me enforce it. Eve, don't be afraid to press the 'little lady' card, Dad's a sucker for a pretty face."
He just grinned in response, signalling a waiter as he took a swig of his own beer. "It would be impolite for me to deny a lady anything." he insisted cheerfully. "And I'm ordering you a beer, tasherit...you forget this is a Mexican restraunt. Not likely to have vodka."
Monique shrugged amicably. "Girl can dream, right? Especially after the number we just pulled."
"That's right, that's right...how did things go with the Shaman, girls?"