plot: Theo’s covering for the usual bottle girl who takes care of your muse, and it might just be a happy accident. open to: m (25+) muse: Theodora "Theo" Fontaine, late twenties, oceanid nymph, The Nightingale
Please do not like my starters.
Most people would have been intimidated. His name was well known in the club, as were the depths of both his demands and his pockets. Get in and out as quickly as possible. He knew what he wanted and didn’t like to be bothered. If there were ever any guests, they weren’t to be bothered either. The minimum spending limit wasn’t an issue. Blah, blah, blah. There was only one waitress he’d even tolerate at the table that was always open when he requested it. There was an unspoken rule in the already exclusive club that the more money someone spent, the more demands they got to make, so Theo couldn’t even begin to imagine what he was throwing around to have her boss so panicked on the phone when he’d called her to come in. It was her night off, but he’d sounded desperate to keep this man happy, and she’d been intrigued. Plus, as long as she did a good job, she had a feeling the tip would be worth coming in for. Theo loved a challenge. She was curious, too, if he’d be as stoic and particular as she’d heard, or if he’d surprise her. Either way, it was sure to be an interesting night.
She was actually excited as she made her way past the velvet rope to the private booths, heels clicking as she went and the snug skirt of her pale pink dress swishing over the curve of her hips. Her dazzling smile was on display as she approached him. “Welcome,” she said without hesitation. He was either going to take her for the night or leave. There was no point in sidestepping around it. “I’m so sorry Hannah wasn’t able to make it in tonight, but I’m Theo, and I’ll be happy to take care of anything you need. She let me know which bottle you usually like. Sticking with that, or are you thinking something new since we’re already venturing into unknown territory here?”
