Down by the lake

[m_antonivs]

Torches have been set up, of course, and food brought--far more food than they can eat, and more wine too, more than even Antony can drink. And why not? Is it not the celebration of their birthdays, of the anniversaries of the moment when the gods saw fit to send them, the living Isis and the living Osiris, down among mortals

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[7twistedwishes]

Hm. Fire.

Drink.

Food.

Party, so, have a devil on a very elegant stola.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart is hiding in the shadows between the trees, and watching.

The beautiful woman especially catches his eye.-

[7twistedwishes]

Very beautiful, and obviously alone; while Antony are busy with each other, she drifts over to the tables and picks herself a glass of wine.

[scots_wolf]

Very beautiful indeed.

This inn has the best women. Worth putting up with the occasional village idiot for, just to stay here for the women.

Urquhart comes closer. He knows he is impressive, tall and blond and strong and handsome.

He knows how to hunch his shoulders and make himself one of the downtrodden many. He can be nearly invisible when he wants to.

This is not the right time for it. Urquhart stands straight and takes a few long, casual strides towards the drinks table.

Very noticeable.

[7twistedwishes]

And she notices, lips curving up in a smile of admiration.

My my, a man with guts, self-confidence and a dash of arrogance? Way too interesting to not be noticed.

But what he sees, is the woman look up at him, offer a small polite smile... then her eyes go a bit wide as she takes on the full picture and her cheeks color a shade of pink.

Because she wants to play.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart notices the effect, and like it.

Seems she's biting.

"Excuse me?" he says, gesturing at the drinks table, but looking into her eyes.

As if he'd suddenly found something unexpected in there.

[7twistedwishes]

"Of course..." She takes a half step back, playing the game: the movement makes room for him near the table, and if Urquhart steps closer, they will be 'isolated', the refreshments display standing between the two and the general area of the party.

[scots_wolf]

Very good strategic thinking!

Urquhart admires such things in a woman. He steps closer, right into the 'trap' where he wants to be, and pours himself some wine, from the same bottle that she chose.

"Thank you," he says, his voice dark and soft.

[7twistedwishes]

A rich dark red. "You are welcome." She takes a sip and casts down her eyes, cheeks still colored.

[scots_wolf]

Urqhuart likes what he sees, and he likes the wine, too.

"Do you know where this wine is from?" he asks. "It's very good!"

[7twistedwishes]

"Well... I would guess it is Roman, or Egyptian." She takes another sip, smiling softly. "Maybe Egyptian, yes. I think I tried something like this here, before."

She is not fidgeting, no; this is not some starry-eyed girl, but she is pleasantly disturbed by the man's strong presence.

[scots_wolf]

"Egyptian?" Urquhart says.

It was in Egypt that he lost his mind, but he won't let that deter him.

"I didn't know the Coptic Christians still grow wine," he says. "The Muslims there aren't allowed wine, so of course they don't make any."

[7twistedwishes]

"I think that if this is Egyptian, it comes comes from the times of the old empire." She discreetly indicates the couple not too far. "That one is Cleopatra."

[scots_wolf]

"Oh!" Urquhart says. "And the man with her -- rather Antony than Caesar, I guess?"

You get real historical people here, not just generic people from the future? Amazing!

"Pity they all got religion and stopped making it."

[7twistedwishes]

"Pity yes." The woman sips her wine. "This is very good..." And she looks him over, discretely.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart likes her eyes, her hair, her smile, her cleavage...

All looks very welcoming.

"Yes, if something's really good, somebody will think of some silly reason why it should be stopped," he says. "Mind you, most of the time, the Arabs are still a lot less barbarian than the Christians, but that 'no fermented grape or corn' thing is silly."