BRIARWOOD, AURELIA

Next drink. Another? She could do another. It might have needed to happen. She needed to drink away some of the recent memories of the place. Or at least try to. Was she being dramatic? Very much so. But those would be saved by her for her own head. Or...at least she'd try. So when the beautiful woman touched her wrist and began to speak, Diana couldn't hold back the tipsy smile "It's not my first time doing so, so I guess it's a bit of a habit now. As for that anybody, well you know how sometimes you hope to see someone again and that didn't happen? That's more of the overall vibe for me here. So in a more committed way- no, I am not waiting on anybody."

Bemusement spreads across her face as the girl rambles, leaning an elbow onto the bar & dropping her chin into her hand. Only listening, no interjecting or any irritation, just a smile that blooms. Glad for the entertainment of such simple troubles. How terribly young she must still be, she thinks, to share at the slightest invitation. "Well, then it sounds like you definitely need that drink," Pale eyes narrow at her new acquaintance, as if measuring her. After decades of running this establishment, she'd grown rather good at picking other people's poisons. "Something sweet, fruity?" Then, at last pulling her hand away from her wrist, she tips her head to one side, brows furrowing. "And you must tell me who this person you're waiting on is, they must be a fool indeed to leave pretty thing such as yourself high and dry."

A smirk couldn't help but come to Links lips as Aurelia leaned a little closer. Well, he was certainly intrigued by her, that was for sure. Her boldness was something to be admired. Link always like liked a bold woman, someone who knew what it was that she wanted. "Yeah, something tells me that you're not one to be predictable." He commented, raising an eyebrow. He figured that he had guessed that about her, at the very least. He figured she was someone who liked to keep people on their toes. "Excellent." He nodded as he reached over to shake her outstretched hand. "Link. Nice to meet you Aurelia."

"Link," She echoes, savoring the syllable of his name. She doesn't release his hand from where they're clasped together, only lifts her other one to rest on his wrist, tracing circles into the skin there. He was not enthralled by the magic of this place; lost in the thrum of the music & intoxication as the other souls about them were. Usually that implied a level of power, placing him apart from other humans, if he was human at all. "I have a private booth over there," With her eyes and a small jut of her chin, she indicates a secluded, roped off corner of the club. Smaller parties sat in velvet-lined seats, nursing drinks and talking. Or pairs of lovers clasped in the dim lighting. An unoccupied booth sat in the furthest corner, clearly hers. "It's more suited to conversation. Shall we?" The hand on his wrist ventures further up his arm, then halts. "After you get that drink, of course."

Gilda (1946) dir. Charles Vidor The Loves of Carmen (1948) dir. Charles Vidor

"No. No one in particular," he mused, eyes trailing over the woman, the fae; he could always tell. "I can't imagine anyone leaving here alone...far too many pretty things walking around for that," he grinned, "The names Vincent, Vincent Campbell..." he spoke with a low and boldness that was only obtained from living and experiencing as much as he had. His hand extended and took hold of the others before it was brought to his lips, a chaste kiss placed to knuckles, "And who might you be, chérie? Aside from the owner of this fine establishment."

"It's a pleasure to meet you," She purrs, placing her other hand beneath his. "You're bold to give your name so freely in this town. You should be more careful, someone might take it," Aurelia reveled in the myths the mortals made of their kind, even if most of the stories were only partially true, or twisted from something else. She hoped the jest was enough to clue him in to her awareness of their shared abilities. "You can call me Aurelia. I'm certain I've never seen you before, Vincent, now how can that be?"

Sometimes, Link liked to go to the Emerald Enchanted because the music was loud. He couldn't hear his thoughts as much while he was there. And he tended to get to meet some interesting people - which was always a bonus. And tonight didn't seem to disappoint. He raised an eyebrow as he heard the womans voice and it didn't take him long to put the pieces together. He took a moment to take her in. "Wow - Didn't know who I expected from the owner of this place but I certainly didn't expect you." He didn't mean it in a bad way. She had far exceeded his expectations. "I'm not, no." He smiled at her. "Care to join me?"

Admiration is not new to Aurelia, far from it, but it makes it no less gratifying to receive it. The greedy, ancient creature she was thrived on the attention, as well as the revelry that surrounded them. Her head tips in a surveying glance, intrigued by his boldness — enough to lean closer. To hear him better over the loud pulse of the music, of course. "I'm glad to be a surprise, I should hate to be predictable," Of the many pleasures brought about by opening such an establishment, the variety of characters that passed through her door was among her favorites, and so far he seemed to be an interesting one. "And I'll happily join you," She lifts her hand in a wordless, elegant gesture to the bartender; signaling them to circle back. Then, in a smooth motion, she holds the same hand out in greeting. "You can call me Aurelia."

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