fifty-two shots with glasses of wine

[echivoc]

[It is a beautiful evening to end a beautiful day. As much as the names of the room continue to sting like rubbed salt into open wounds, Cross is loving this wine shop and bar. What could be better than mingling with beautiful women over the best bottles of wine

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[save_the_souls]

[Hey Cross guess what? Allen is stepping into the bar, since he did promise Teresa he would come by. ]

Master? Teresa...?

[echivoc]

[Only certain people could make Cross's groove come to a screeching halt.

This would be one of them.

He totally stops heading to wherever table he is presenting a bottle to, passing it off on an employee as he turns and faces Allen. He's rather surprised the boy hasn't collapsed just from stepping into the place.]

Idiot.

[save_the_souls]

[Only if you start spilling wine everywhere man. He meanwhile, is unfazed by Cross's insulting greeting]

Ah- hello Master!

I promised Teresa I'd stop by- is she here?

[echivoc]

I haven't seen her since this morning. She is either in another corner drinking, or upstairs in the apartment.

[hbincharge]

[A drink right now? Sounds like a wonderful idea. She'll be slipping inside and heading for the bar, pulling her coat off as she does so. One thing that can be said about her: she wears power suits and she wears them well.]

[echivoc]

[A drink at any time of the day or night is a wonderful idea. He happens to be right by the door as she enters, and my, she is quite gorgeous. He finishes with his current client and sets his attention on her.]

Good evening~

notifs, you suck

[hbincharge]

Evening. I'll have a 2003 Médoc if you have it.

[She takes a seat, pulling out her cell phone and turning her attention to it.]

indeedy

[echivoc]

And if I don't?

[He does have it, he just wants to pick at her tastes a bit more.]

[mc_blackheart]

[Molotov is hanging out in her usual corner spot, as she has for nearly every night they've been in Paris. School's out, so she doesn't even really have a reason to be drinking wine, other than why not?? Amirite? I am.

But let's talk about how hot Molotov looks in her Paris wardrobe. Because it's hot. Even Cross has to appreciate it.]

[echivoc]

[And here comes Cross with a platter of cheese slices - cubes are too outdated - and deli meats, setting them on her table.

And yes, he does appreciate her Parisian wardrobe.]

How's tonight's wine?

[mc_blackheart]

[Molotov nods a little, and sets her glass down before delicately selecting a small slice of cheese.]

Good. I do not remember if I told you, but this is what you are best suited for, Cross -- shilling wine and serving me.

[echivoc]

[For a moment, Cross purposely aims a bottle at her as he finishes uncorking it. Don't test him, missy.]

And I suppose I should also be thankful you have blessed me with your presence?

[flailingfelt]

[thank goodness the show went off mostly hitch-less, Kermit thinks, as he steps in out of the cold and into the warmth of the bar. shucking off his coat, he drapes it over one arm and looks around, still wearing his tux. normally he doesn't drink often, but after the week he's had? he could use a glass of something. he catches Cross' eye and smiles]

Bonjour.

[echivoc]

[Cross nods to the gentleman, setting down the glasses for how customers before coming back over.]

Bonjour. And how could I help the gentleman today?

whoops pretend he's still Matt Broderick, hee

[flailingfelt]

Oh, well, I don't know. I haven't had a fancy glass of wine in a long time. But I just had a really good show, and ... I guess I thought it'd be a nice way to celebrate, being in Paris and everything.

What would you suggest?

np np

[echivoc]

It depends. Do you prefer a strong, aromatic wine, or a lighter, sweeter wine?

[custodismundi]

[once Cross is done shmoozing some other patrons, maybe he'll notice a familiar face sitting at the bar, elbows leaned atop it and a hand still buried in his coat pocket.

but, aside from the obvious fact that this is Abel, he's got another oddity with him today. there's his journal sitting atop the countertop. he doesn't seem to have anything to drink, either, after waving away the staff who must've been trying to offer him that very thing.

he's fidgeting and looking across the interior of Cross' fine establishment -- eyes settling on that familiar head of red hair. and not so subtly perking up a bit.

COME HERE MANG.]

[echivoc]

[It's as if Cross felt Abel's silent beckoning, because he is naturally making his way back to the bar and spots all of that platinum hair. Look who took him up on his offer~

His focus goes to the journal momentarily before settling back on Abel as he sets down two wine bottles.]

Mr. Nightroad.