Retreat! (RP)

Of course, they wouldn’t trust Kat with actual details. And Kat didn’t seem to care enough to ask either.

Guess I’ll just have to wait and see.

"I do love games" she smiled at her "And surprises" Both were true. She had always had a penchant for excitement. The unknown, the thrill of something (a little) dangerous. It was that same pull that had drawn her into the supernatural world to begin with.

"What about the people here?" she asked, trying to keep it causul "Do you know any of them?" she paused briefly, before adding "How long have you been involved with Sinclair, anyway?"

Persephone underwent the complete treatment in the spa, the likes of which she had never experienced. Once she'd completed her post-sauna shower, she returned to her room and dressed, did her hair and make-up, and put on an outfit, a black sleeveless cocktail party dress from Oscar de la Renta, with a matching clutch purse.Descending to the bar, Persephone entered and approached the bar to order a drink. Noticing the whiff of the infernal on one man, she slid onto the stool next to him and ordered a Van Winkle Old Fashioned. Glancing over, she suddenly realized it was Henry next to her. She would not have recognized him, perhaps, had she not been thinking of him earlier that day--he was rooming with Emma, and the dour look of the man confirmed it. Well, that answers my question of whether they are or aren't.

She takes a breath and then plays the surprise. "Henry, is that you? It's me, Persephone! From grad school!"

"Only two weeks?" she was surprised to hear they only met each other that recently. She decided against asking how exactly they met, mostly because it was pretty obvious. Kat likely advertised her ‘services’ online, and Sinclair had the money to indulge himself.

Kate didn’t know much about anything, but there was still some information she was party to:

"How many people were around at lunch today? Or at the spa?" she asked casually as she took a seat next to the table – the same one with the traces of Coke on it "Any other women our age? Or is it just the two of us?"

"Dyu-zhi-na?" she tried to mimic the word, glancing at Kat for approval. Hanging out with her was paying off at least in one way - she was picking up Russian, bit by bit. "I really messed up, didn’t I? I didn’t realize lunch was that important" she added a soft sigh, for effect "I really do owe Henry for this one"

There was another worry that surfaced in the back of her mind. Only two women their age, in a group that size? She hadn’t expected that ratio. Why were she and Kat invited, anyways? If none of the other men brought dates, then their presence here wasn't some sort of whim. And that worried her.

"He should be back by now" she said after picking up her phone and checking the time "If he’s going to shower and get ready for dinner…" She considered calling him, just to make sure he wasn't up to anything stupid, but stopped herself*. He was a big boy, and she wasn't his mother. Instead, she set the phone back down and turned to Kat again, searching for a distraction "I was thinking of going clubbing next week. It has been a while. Feel like joining me?"

Persephone nods saying Really? and Oh No and so on sympathetically, all while thinking that Emma must be torturing this jerk as a form of revenge for what he did to her after high school.

Eventually, she interjects. She places her hand on his arm and makes eye contact with him. She says, "I don’t want to hear about your ex. I want to hear about you."