Sequence 01

[maestro_ezio]

Who: Ezio (maestro_ezio) and Gin (wingsofsilver)
What: Ezio wants information, Gin just might have it
When: Slightly forward-dated to June 23
Where: Lux (Lucifer's Bar)
Warnings: Italian charm. Lots of it.

Comments

[wingsofsilver]

Things had been quiet that night but, as always, they usually were. If there was one good thing to be said of working at Lux, it was that nothing bad ever really happened, due mostly in part to it's omnipotent owner. Most had the good sense to never act up in a bar run by the devil, and those who didn't, well...

It also didn't hurt that there was enough magic in the walls of this place that anyone with the sight would probably go blind. (Pun not intended.)

It was because of this quietness that Gin knew instantly when Ezio entered the bar, by way of the door opening. Though he didn't glance up immediately (they'd get to him sooner or later,) he did straighten his shoulders a little in the expectation of serving a customer. Whatever his private thoughts, he took his job seriously enough to manage that much at least.

Which was why, when he finally glanced up and caught a glimpse of the man, he fought hard not to openly stare.

Either someone is new or they like their clothes, he thought blank faced as he watched Ezio move fluidly

[maestro_ezio]

Indeed, Ezio was fairly new to the ship. He had intended to acquire clothing more suitable to blending in, but he did not have the means currently. But there was something to be said about his Assassin garb being made purely of white leather. The edges of his sleeves were lined with intricate lace and the small button on his collar was wrought silver.

Perhaps he could blend among the people in other ways, after all. Or perhaps not. He would not know until he spent more time on the ship.

He sat on one of the backless high chairs, waiting for the man to pass to take his order.

[wingsofsilver]

If Ezio was concerned about blending it, Gin would have told him to relax. These days, nothing was out of place on the ship that housed refugees from every kind of world. All he'd have to do is stand next to one of those fluorescent lifeforms and he'd be set, showy apparel or not.

As it was, when the assassin took his seat at the counter, Gin made his way over and put on his bland "I'm pretending to be polite because you're a customer" smile.

"Welcome to Lux," he began, voice appropriately low for the atmosphere but audible at this distance. "Anything I can get you?"

[maestro_ezio]

"Vino, red," he replied as he set his Guide down on the bar. Ezio is just grateful for the courtesy of pretending; so many seemed to be intent on being rude for the sake of it.

He sighed, contemplating if he wanted to remove his hood or not. He removed it, in the end. There were not many people here and the light was a little too dim for him to see well under the shadow of the hood.