Lizzie Blindsides Leo With Woman-Fu
Dear Journal,
What the hell?
Leo
This isn't a typical nightclub, infact, it's very upscale, mostly rich brats or minor celebrities dancing or sitting around in the dim light, the whole place having a kind of coffee shop vibe with neon lights. Leonardo is sitting back in the VIP, using his sister's reputation in these upscale clubs to get in. The VIP isn't too different from the main part of the club, much smaller, very comfortable crescent shaped couches around large tables with small candles on them, those neon lights a bit more relaxed back here. There's a few other people, some discussing deals of various origin, some getting privately drunk, and a few just plain making out with women, but Leo is just sitting back sipping on a red drink alone, just watching people and looking completely disinterested in everything. He's a cool kid!
A Hellfire membership gets you in many places - particularly when you are as well-dressed and well-coiffed as Lisabeth Stuart. She looks notably stunning tonight, her little black dress set off by the vivid slash of scarlet lipstick and smokey grey of her eyes. She's settled with a very small group of people, all of whom appear to know each other more than they know her, although that does not stop her from interjecting a comment now and then. During the course of one such comment, Lisabeth, leaned in toward a companion, catches sight of a familiar face, and she pauses to murmur something to the group as her eyes remain fixed on Leonardo, lips curved into a slow smile. She stands smoothly, balancing her martini glass (although the drink within is pink) in one hand, and moves toward Leonardo.
Leonardo, still looking disinterested (or possibly attempting coolness), turns his eyes to take notice of her approach. He sips his drink, then gently sits it on the table and slides out from the booth to greet her standing. "Hello, Miss, Lisabeth was it? If you'd like to join then everything is gladly on me."
"Stuart, yes," Lizzie supplies with a flickering smile that lights eyes that look particularly blue tonight. "And you are Leonardo Maxwell. Here alone?"
"Yes, I'm taking a break from business, and I don't exactly have an entourage, far too busy lately to build a non-business related social circle." Leonardo explains as he holds his hand out to the seat for her to sit down. "You look very lovely tonight."
Lisabeth laughs quietly, a warmly amused sound as she slides into the seat opposite. "Kind of you to say so," she allows, settling her glass on the table's edge. "How is your business treating you, then?"
Leonardo takes his glass, gently sitting next to her but leaves a few inches of space, giving just the right amount of closeness without invading personal space. "Quite well, though that woman seems absolutely uninterested. I'm starting to get the impression that she sees me as a child. Sorry if that's a bit personal, it's just been on my mind all night."
Lisabeth shifts to turn toward him, draping one leg over the other as she gives him a sympathetic smile. "A child? That seems a bit much."
"Well, she's more than experienced, a bit older than me, and one of the richest people on the planet, so it's not the easiest thing to impress her." Leonardo calls someone to come over, possibly to bring them drinks, but he turns his attention quickly back to her. "I bought her a statue with diamond eyes for Christmas, though I admit it was kind of a crazy gift, it was the only thing I could think of that she wouldn't have."
Lisabeth's smile slants toward quiet amusement as she watches Leonardo, tugging her glass toward her with one hand. "It seems as though trying to buy the affections of a woman who could have anything she wanted might be rather the wrong course of action," she suggests.
"This is the first time I've really, well, 'courted' a woman, for lack of a better word. I have a certain standard for women that I've had since my teenaged years, and I've only recently started meeting women who meet this standard." The man comes over with a bottle of whatever Leonardo's drinking, it's expensive, then he turns to Lisabeth and asks if she wants anything.
Lisabeth lifts her brows eloquently and then turns her gaze upward toward the waiter, shaking her head minutely. "I see. What is your standard, if you don't mind my asking?"
"Well, I like, special women..." Leonardo moves a finger to gently touch the bottom of her chin, then pulls it back and looks her in the eye with a warm smile. "A woman who has that special something, something that few to no women have. I can't know if they have that something right away, but with some women I certainly have my hopes up for it." he says with a hint of flirtatiousness, then goes back to sipping his drink.
Lisabeth looks a bit startled and draws back, although her expression is uncertain, not uncomfortable. Considering. "I should think most women consider themselves special," she replies, her voice dropping low, dark with mystery. "Why should you be the one graced with seeing it, Mr. Maxwell?"
Leonardo simply grins into his glass at this, then looks over at her to say with a low slightly seductive tone, "Because I have things to show as well."
Lisabeth's eyes darken with interest, and her smile reappears. "More than meets the eyes, are you?" she teases quietly. "What sort of things?"
"As beautiful as you are, my secrets are reserved for those who are willing to share their secrets, or perhaps earn mine. I'm a therapist, I have confidentiality codes, I take secrets, /then/ I give mine." Leonardo seems more playful and flirtatious than anything, but he does seem to have an air of seriousness about what he's saying. "It's up to you how badly you want to know."
"Oh, sweetheart," Lisabeth breathes, a smile curving those vivid red lips. "I think you entirely misunderstand me. /My/ secrets are mine as well. Until earned." She leans toward him a bit, lifting her hand to let the backs of her fingers trail down the side of his cheek in a barely-there touch. "Most women may consider themselves special," she murmurs, "But few are. I find the same to be true of men."
Leonardo almost shivers at her touch, not expecting the situation to be turned around on him, but he quickly tries to regain his composure. "Most men don't have the kind of aspirations I do, my ambition and drive to get whatever I desire, and very few men can do the things I can do." He raises his hand to gently take her's and softly caress her palm with his thumb. "I have no doubt that there's definitely /something/ special about you." So says the flirtatious male with lots of alcohol in his system sitting next to a hot woman.
Lisabeth's dark brows arch prettily upward as her smile deepens, and she twists her hand slightly in his. "That's because there are many special things about me," she murmurs, and the quiet note of laughter in her voice makes it difficult to tell whether she's entirely serious. "Tell me. What is your ambition and drive then, Mr. Maxwell? What are your aspirations? Beyond finding true love in the arms of Emma Frost?"
Leonardo is easily taken off guard by that, and his face actually goes a bit red at that. "I, well, as cliche as it sounds, I plan to rule the world one day. Not in an evil dictator way, but in a way that creates peace. I aspire to rule the world in the way that many aspire to be president, and I see it as a realistic goal within my reach." he explains very seriously, trying his best to ignore the sudden mention of Emma. "My primary drive is one of my secrets, but I'm beginning to think there's much more to you than I originally assumed. You seemed like an innocent foreigner, but you're already in control of this situation, something I'm not afraid to acknowledge." he admits in a slightly humbled tone, but he doesn't allow himself to completely lose his composure still.
Lisabeth does laugh this time, the sound light and not in the least serious. "I like you, Mr. Maxwell," she tells him, tipping her head with a glint in her eye. "Creating peace is a noble goal. I wish you well in it." She pauses for a slow sip of her cocktail.
"I feel much better after speaking with you, Miss Stuart. It's nice to remind myself that there are actually women around who don't make me feel like they're constantly testing me." Leonardo holds a hand out for her's, his smile growing warmer, more genuine. "Would you like to come to my apartment, perhaps watch a movie and discuss things more?"
Rather than place her hand in his, Lisabeth withdraws it, and her smile grows coyly amused. "I don't think so," she answers quietly. "Not tonight."
"Too bad, I think this is only the second time I tried to watch a movie with a woman I didn't know was special or not." Leonardo grins and downs a full glass of his drink, beginning to button up his jacket. "I really should be getting home, and it was nice meeting you again."
Lisabeth's amusement deepens. "Rejection makes you uncertain again does it?" she murmurs with something close to a grin. "Have a good evening then, Mr. Maxwell."
Leonardo doesn't comment, he's not giving up anymore control than he already lost as he begins to walk away. "You too, Miss. Stuart." he says a bit seriously, perhaps a bit wounded by a number of things by the end, but the fact that he's intrigued and very interested cannot be denied.
Lisabeth watches him go with a thoughtful gaze, remaining in her seat as she leans forward and traces a red-nailed finger around the rim of her glass.
Leo attempts to seduce with his awesome, but Lizzie's awesome is OVER 9000!!!
What the hell?
Leo
This isn't a typical nightclub, infact, it's very upscale, mostly rich brats or minor celebrities dancing or sitting around in the dim light, the whole place having a kind of coffee shop vibe with neon lights. Leonardo is sitting back in the VIP, using his sister's reputation in these upscale clubs to get in. The VIP isn't too different from the main part of the club, much smaller, very comfortable crescent shaped couches around large tables with small candles on them, those neon lights a bit more relaxed back here. There's a few other people, some discussing deals of various origin, some getting privately drunk, and a few just plain making out with women, but Leo is just sitting back sipping on a red drink alone, just watching people and looking completely disinterested in everything. He's a cool kid!
A Hellfire membership gets you in many places - particularly when you are as well-dressed and well-coiffed as Lisabeth Stuart. She looks notably stunning tonight, her little black dress set off by the vivid slash of scarlet lipstick and smokey grey of her eyes. She's settled with a very small group of people, all of whom appear to know each other more than they know her, although that does not stop her from interjecting a comment now and then. During the course of one such comment, Lisabeth, leaned in toward a companion, catches sight of a familiar face, and she pauses to murmur something to the group as her eyes remain fixed on Leonardo, lips curved into a slow smile. She stands smoothly, balancing her martini glass (although the drink within is pink) in one hand, and moves toward Leonardo.
Leonardo, still looking disinterested (or possibly attempting coolness), turns his eyes to take notice of her approach. He sips his drink, then gently sits it on the table and slides out from the booth to greet her standing. "Hello, Miss, Lisabeth was it? If you'd like to join then everything is gladly on me."
"Stuart, yes," Lizzie supplies with a flickering smile that lights eyes that look particularly blue tonight. "And you are Leonardo Maxwell. Here alone?"
"Yes, I'm taking a break from business, and I don't exactly have an entourage, far too busy lately to build a non-business related social circle." Leonardo explains as he holds his hand out to the seat for her to sit down. "You look very lovely tonight."
Lisabeth laughs quietly, a warmly amused sound as she slides into the seat opposite. "Kind of you to say so," she allows, settling her glass on the table's edge. "How is your business treating you, then?"
Leonardo takes his glass, gently sitting next to her but leaves a few inches of space, giving just the right amount of closeness without invading personal space. "Quite well, though that woman seems absolutely uninterested. I'm starting to get the impression that she sees me as a child. Sorry if that's a bit personal, it's just been on my mind all night."
Lisabeth shifts to turn toward him, draping one leg over the other as she gives him a sympathetic smile. "A child? That seems a bit much."
"Well, she's more than experienced, a bit older than me, and one of the richest people on the planet, so it's not the easiest thing to impress her." Leonardo calls someone to come over, possibly to bring them drinks, but he turns his attention quickly back to her. "I bought her a statue with diamond eyes for Christmas, though I admit it was kind of a crazy gift, it was the only thing I could think of that she wouldn't have."
Lisabeth's smile slants toward quiet amusement as she watches Leonardo, tugging her glass toward her with one hand. "It seems as though trying to buy the affections of a woman who could have anything she wanted might be rather the wrong course of action," she suggests.
"This is the first time I've really, well, 'courted' a woman, for lack of a better word. I have a certain standard for women that I've had since my teenaged years, and I've only recently started meeting women who meet this standard." The man comes over with a bottle of whatever Leonardo's drinking, it's expensive, then he turns to Lisabeth and asks if she wants anything.
Lisabeth lifts her brows eloquently and then turns her gaze upward toward the waiter, shaking her head minutely. "I see. What is your standard, if you don't mind my asking?"
"Well, I like, special women..." Leonardo moves a finger to gently touch the bottom of her chin, then pulls it back and looks her in the eye with a warm smile. "A woman who has that special something, something that few to no women have. I can't know if they have that something right away, but with some women I certainly have my hopes up for it." he says with a hint of flirtatiousness, then goes back to sipping his drink.
Lisabeth looks a bit startled and draws back, although her expression is uncertain, not uncomfortable. Considering. "I should think most women consider themselves special," she replies, her voice dropping low, dark with mystery. "Why should you be the one graced with seeing it, Mr. Maxwell?"
Leonardo simply grins into his glass at this, then looks over at her to say with a low slightly seductive tone, "Because I have things to show as well."
Lisabeth's eyes darken with interest, and her smile reappears. "More than meets the eyes, are you?" she teases quietly. "What sort of things?"
"As beautiful as you are, my secrets are reserved for those who are willing to share their secrets, or perhaps earn mine. I'm a therapist, I have confidentiality codes, I take secrets, /then/ I give mine." Leonardo seems more playful and flirtatious than anything, but he does seem to have an air of seriousness about what he's saying. "It's up to you how badly you want to know."
"Oh, sweetheart," Lisabeth breathes, a smile curving those vivid red lips. "I think you entirely misunderstand me. /My/ secrets are mine as well. Until earned." She leans toward him a bit, lifting her hand to let the backs of her fingers trail down the side of his cheek in a barely-there touch. "Most women may consider themselves special," she murmurs, "But few are. I find the same to be true of men."
Leonardo almost shivers at her touch, not expecting the situation to be turned around on him, but he quickly tries to regain his composure. "Most men don't have the kind of aspirations I do, my ambition and drive to get whatever I desire, and very few men can do the things I can do." He raises his hand to gently take her's and softly caress her palm with his thumb. "I have no doubt that there's definitely /something/ special about you." So says the flirtatious male with lots of alcohol in his system sitting next to a hot woman.
Lisabeth's dark brows arch prettily upward as her smile deepens, and she twists her hand slightly in his. "That's because there are many special things about me," she murmurs, and the quiet note of laughter in her voice makes it difficult to tell whether she's entirely serious. "Tell me. What is your ambition and drive then, Mr. Maxwell? What are your aspirations? Beyond finding true love in the arms of Emma Frost?"
Leonardo is easily taken off guard by that, and his face actually goes a bit red at that. "I, well, as cliche as it sounds, I plan to rule the world one day. Not in an evil dictator way, but in a way that creates peace. I aspire to rule the world in the way that many aspire to be president, and I see it as a realistic goal within my reach." he explains very seriously, trying his best to ignore the sudden mention of Emma. "My primary drive is one of my secrets, but I'm beginning to think there's much more to you than I originally assumed. You seemed like an innocent foreigner, but you're already in control of this situation, something I'm not afraid to acknowledge." he admits in a slightly humbled tone, but he doesn't allow himself to completely lose his composure still.
Lisabeth does laugh this time, the sound light and not in the least serious. "I like you, Mr. Maxwell," she tells him, tipping her head with a glint in her eye. "Creating peace is a noble goal. I wish you well in it." She pauses for a slow sip of her cocktail.
"I feel much better after speaking with you, Miss Stuart. It's nice to remind myself that there are actually women around who don't make me feel like they're constantly testing me." Leonardo holds a hand out for her's, his smile growing warmer, more genuine. "Would you like to come to my apartment, perhaps watch a movie and discuss things more?"
Rather than place her hand in his, Lisabeth withdraws it, and her smile grows coyly amused. "I don't think so," she answers quietly. "Not tonight."
"Too bad, I think this is only the second time I tried to watch a movie with a woman I didn't know was special or not." Leonardo grins and downs a full glass of his drink, beginning to button up his jacket. "I really should be getting home, and it was nice meeting you again."
Lisabeth's amusement deepens. "Rejection makes you uncertain again does it?" she murmurs with something close to a grin. "Have a good evening then, Mr. Maxwell."
Leonardo doesn't comment, he's not giving up anymore control than he already lost as he begins to walk away. "You too, Miss. Stuart." he says a bit seriously, perhaps a bit wounded by a number of things by the end, but the fact that he's intrigued and very interested cannot be denied.
Lisabeth watches him go with a thoughtful gaze, remaining in her seat as she leans forward and traces a red-nailed finger around the rim of her glass.
Leo attempts to seduce with his awesome, but Lizzie's awesome is OVER 9000!!!