With both her hands occupied with gifts for Drucilla, Reyna had to use her lower body to get the door of the building to open, happily greeted by a sense of comfort from the silence the inside provided in contrast from the noises in the street. “The party is here!” she shouted throughout the store with no regards of her surroundings as she walked right up to the counter to set the bottle of wine and her bags down. “The place looks good,” she analyzed after noting the changes that had been done since the last time she stepped into the shop to watch the witch bring someone else back to life. “I’ve been clearing out the apartment to move back home, and I had almost completely forgotten to give this to you,” Reyna mused as she lifted up the bags to a shorten height to gently dump out their contents, letting each item roll onto the counter, ranging from jewelry to little souvenirs and pieces of clothing and other household items. “Souvenirs!” With all the bags emptied out, Reyna took a step back and a soft huff rushed past her lips as if it was a tiring task. Quickly fixing her hair, she held the bottle of wine once again and lifted it to showcase it to Drucilla. “And wine! To help you unwind,” she added to the visual of the bottle in a tone that would’ve went well with an infomercial.
An arm stretches to the best of its abilities to be able to reach a roll of fabric that’s on the highest shelf. Drucilla has been trying to reach the item that’s just out of reach for the last ten minutes. First was the stool that was absolutely no help at all, then out came the ladder that gave Drucilla a bit more leverage, but her fingers just managed to brush against the silk. The ladder wobbles a bit dangerously as the woman pushed herself onto her tip-toes. The shout the breaks the silence and Drucilla’s concentration causes the hybrid to jump, forcing her weight to one side and the ladder to lean. Thankfully, her reflexes kick in at the right time and Dru clings for the ledge and very quickly regains her balance. “Christ, Reyna,” She sighs out, looking down at the brunette from her spot. Honestly, Dru wouldn’t have expected anything less. “Of course it does.” Drucilla quips back while stepping down from the ladder and flipping her hair over her shoulders neatly. In her own personal and unbiased option, her shop looks better than good. “Philippe Starck would eat his heart out for my talent. Again.” She emphasis, because, well, it’s happened before and she’ll never live that moment down. “But, thank you. Your opinions I actually appreciate.”
Standing in front of the lamia, her hands intertwine in front of her comfortably as she looks over Reyna. Drucilla didn’t miss people, per se. She never got to know anyone well enough to miss them, and vice versa, which was how she liked it. Drucilla genuinely liked it that way. However, sometimes, such as this moment, she’s realizing she had missed Reyna’s presence. Sure, she was loud and a little too forward at times, but funnily enough, that’s what Drucilla was anticipating on when Reyna finally decided to come back to Lethe. “Oh, good. So glad you could think of me at the last minute.” The hybrid deadpans. “Not you, too,” She groans lightly, but it’s too late and she has to standby and watch as Reyna spills out a number of items onto a nearby counter. It’s taking everything in Drucilla’s power to not clean up everything right then and there. Or at least organize it so that she can get a better sense of all the things she’s looking at. She blinks slowly and takes in a deep inhale. “Did you and Emira plan this?” She asks, a finger twirling to all the items. “She practically did the same thing at a bar.” In fact, the hybrid was wearing the emerald, diamond cut earrings Emira had given her. Dru picks up a fancy piece of jewelry. Specifically, a long astonishingly white, three-row pearl necklace. It dangles from her index finger as she addresses Reyna. “Did I miss our anniversary? This seems particularly special.” Without skipping a beat, Dru pushes her hair to one side and places the necklace around her neck, clipping it at the back. She looks down to adjust it to her outfit so that it falls perfectly. Luckily, she was wearing an all-black pencil dress with matching heels. “Oh, yes. Now we’re talking. Open that up. I’ll be right back.” Drucilla moves to her office to get a couple of wine glasses. Coming back she sets the glasses on the counter to allow Reyna to pour the wine. “Just so we’re clear, I’m fully capable to unwinding without wine. It definitely helps, but unnecessary.” She’s not sure why she’s telling Reyna this. The other woman knew what she was about. “Anyway, how were your travels? Meet anyone interesting?”
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