Winter our discontent (RP)

- Persephone -

"Er... something like that." Viviana agrees, a little freaked out by your rapid assessment of her. She sees the bags of shopping, partially explaining why you have 'brands' on your mind —she tries to dress-down, do avoid attracting attention, but it is still flattering to have someone notice that this does equate to lack or style.

"Is that your ... sister?" She asks, possibly trying to change the subject and delay having to commit to a date, that is a big first step for her, though she is definitely titillated by the offer.

Circe is chatting happily with the staff, actually causing a bit of a backlog in the impatient queue by distracting both of them from their work. She is enjoying being the center of attention.

What do you do?

- Persephone -

"Tomorrow‽" Viviana sounds a little panicked by the suddenness, but she also does not want to say no. "I... I couldn't... but... maybe Monday?" It sounds like she is wanting to give herself time to pull out if she chooses, she could just not show up. She has not offered to exchange numbers, even though she worries she will regret this decision later.

"You're... you're not also 'visiting'?" She asks, trying to sound casual, but really making sure you are not going 'home', to America, before her date.

What do you do?

- Persephone -

Viviana was hesitant before, but now she is getting uncomfortable with how hard you are pushing. She was trying to give herself an escape hatch —"So sorry. I must have missed you."— and setting times is a lot more solid and deliberate than she is comfortable with so suddenly ('date and time' has the word: 'date' in it:). Exchanging numbers makes her accountable. This is feeling less like a casual meetup anymore.

Her urge to bolt for the door is increasing. You know that she will regret that... in the short-term. In the long-term, avoiding associating with you would be to her advantage... but you will pay the price for making contact and flubbing it.

What do you do?

Benji shrugs. "As you wish." It matters very little to him whether Emma wants him to taste her blood or not, but he wasn’t going to lie to her about the risks involved. He is quite sorry to have scared her though… Is it really so spooky down here? He always feels very safe down here in the tunnels, but he knows humans have very different instincts when it comes to such things…

The name Alastair Sinclair rings a bell, but it takes him a little while to remember where he’s heard it before. "I know the name, but not much about the man. I believe he’s an associate of a wizard named Chaudry, who got in some trouble a few years back in relation to a hellhound fighting circuit. Chaudry’s been up to something these past few weeks too – he sent demons to attack Jacob’s shop for some reason a couple weeks ago. That’s where I got the head wound." He gestures to the shorter patch of hair just above his ear. "I don’t know if Chaudry and this Mr Sinclair are still friends, but if you think he’s involved in some kind of ‘infernal cabal’, then it seems likely."