Sherlock Holmes, Consulting Host [OPEN]

[yes_mother_hen]

Who: Sherlock Holmes yes_mother_hen , and YOU!
What: Are you anywhere near Jelly Roll Schneider’s Red-Hot Jazz Kitchen? Because Holmes is a 'glamorous host' there. And he's entertaining guests. Another chapter in 'what is Holmes' life', aka HOLMES IS FORCED TO ACTUALLY BE NICE TO PEOPLE, WHAT IS THIS.
When: Now...?!
Where: Jelly Roll Schneider’s Red-Hot Jazz

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[11ady]

[Still hiding from her agents, Une was out of uniform. She had even forced herself into a dress over a skirt suit. Just a simple sleeveless black number cut just above the knee. She had briefly considered tying her hair up before heading out but decided against it. Bad memories came with that particular ritual.]

[While swirling her mocktail with a swizel stick, she toyed with her Guide and coded herself new security algorithms.]

[yes_mother_hen]

[Holmes asn't quite sure why he was being called to this particular table, since the inhabitant of it didn't seem too keen on entertainment-- but he couldn't very well argue (well, he could, technically, though it'd be in bad form), and thus he moved over to Une, arms folded behind his back.

It didn't take more than a moment for Holmes to recognize the face, however.]

No guns tonight, I take it?

[11ady]

[hikes dress up briefly to flash the thigh holster]

An incorrect assumption.

[she'd noticed him from across the room and this little "break" of hers was getting boring; seemed business would always rule her]

How's your ennui?

[yes_mother_hen]

And I was so sure that they checked for things of that sort in this establishment.

[He says it airily as he takes a seat next to Une, the way it's expected of him for this particular occupation.

He answers the second inquiry with a touch of amusement.]

A demanding mistress, hardly appeased by my current standings.

[orangemineral]

[ Jasmine figures there's absolutely nothing wrong with trying new things for a change... which is why she ends up at Jelly Roll Schneider's Red-Hot Jazz Kitchen, trying to convince herself that it's okay to be there, even if she's by herself. It's not an easy task, but she's surely trying! ]

[yes_mother_hen]

[Holmes' employer motions to where Jasmine is sitting, alone, hissing at him to go entertain the girl, she looks bored. Holmes glances at her, recognizes her as the girl that Canada may or may not be courting (he's only seen her over the Guide feeds, never talked to her himself), and obliges him employer with a dry raise of the brow.

Hey Jasmine, I hope you're ready to have a sarcastic detective come your way.]

Good evening, miss.

[orangemineral]

[ Oh. Jasmine smiles up at him in a manner that is both friendly and nervous. ] H-hello! Um... How are you?

[yes_mother_hen]

I've been better, thank you.

[He's trying his best not to be a spiteful child and more of a gentleman.]

May I?

[And he motions to the seat next to her.]

[whosyour_rikku]

[So, Rikku decided to take her nightly thinking session over to Jelly Roll Schneider's Red-Hot Jazz Kitchen, because, I mean, let's be real here, how can one not go to a place called Jelly Roll Schneider's? Up five, anyone?]

[After ordering some sparkly drink and a surprise me dessert, Rikku whipped out her Guide and started scribbling rapidly at the screen with a touch-pen.]

[yes_mother_hen]

[And after a few moments of waffling around, Holmes finally manages to get over to where Rikku is sitting, pulling up a chair for himself with a little flourish.]

May I?

[He doesn't have to ask, really (he works here), but he says it mostly for effect more than anything.]

[whosyour_rikku]

Huh? Oh yeah, su- [Takes a moment to break away from her Guide by shooting Mr. Deep-throat over there a side glance.]

[Oh!]

Hey, look! It's you! You're not Mr. Deep-throat! [But, of course, it's not like you'd know she pinned you as that.]

[Sits upright, a wide grin spread across her face.] And here I thought you were just takin' it to go.

[yes_mother_hen]

Mr... 'Deep-Throat'.

[He raises a brow at the name, but decides not to press it too much. He remembers her as someone who has the tendency to baffle him, after all.]

Ah, and no. Unfortunately, I have the pleasure of working here.

[He's contradicting himself with his use of vocabulary, but he really doesn't care.]

Would you like a drink, miss?

[is drawn to this like a magnet-!]

[missthewoman]

[Aww. He looks so sullen. With a polite request she was able to have herself seated in Holmes' section, and smiles kindly as he approaches. (He won't have to force himself too hard to be a 'glamourous host' to her, will he?)]

[B) just as planned]

[yes_mother_hen]

[He sees her, sees her smiling at him, and is almost inclined to just walk away-- but he can hardly do that, and so he moves towards her table, putting one hand on the back of a chair, silently imploring:

will you give me a reason to regret this?]

[hehehe~]

[missthewoman]

[Reading his look, she considers for a brief moment then minutely shakes her head and continues smiling sincerely. I won't. (Or at the very least, she won't make a scene at his work.)]

Good evening, dear. May I say, you look quite dapper - it suits you very well.

<3!

[yes_mother_hen]

I was told to wear a jacket.

[Not that Irene will get the joke, but it's told more to amuse himself than anything else.

He takes a seat next to her, smoothing out the front of said jacket.]