Beyond The Darkness : RP: A Night Out At The Club

bd_romilda
2007-06-05 19:21 (link)

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Romilda had nervously made herself ready for dinner at the casino and club with Rodolphus Lestrange. Rosmerta had not questioned her when she left Liam with her for the evening, as Ella was there as well whilst Millicent worked.

Putting on one of the dresses she had bought whilst out shopping with Antonin the week before, she wondered -- not for the first time -- why she had accepted this invitation. This was Rodolphus Lestrange.

A small part of her brain wanted her to stay home, and not take the portkey. Another part - the part that was reckless and Gryffindorish - told her it would be unwise to decline what seemed to be a genuine dinner invitation with a man who had a very dangerous reputation. She didn't think it was wise to upset him by not showing up.

Besides, after meeting him, and realising he was just a gentleman -- who treated her as something a whole lot more than just a whore -- she found she was just a little more than curious to have dinner with him.

Antonin had been a Death Eater once, she thought to herself as she pushed away the voice of concern.

Putting on the last touch of her makeup charms, she tamed a stray curl that didn't want to sit right in her hair. Looking at the clock, she buckled her shoe and was just in time to grab the portkey.

Whisked away, she landed gracefully (on her feet) in an alcove at the side of the foyer. That stray curl had sprung astray, and she quickly adjusted it. She quickly checked her cloak with the attendant, turning and spotting Rodolphus waiting for her.

Taking a deep breath, she gave a warm smile as she walked his way. "Rodolphus, thank you again for the invitation. I hope you weren't waiting long."

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bd_rodolphus
2007-06-05 19:55 (link)

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Rodolphus turned when he heard the sound of someone apparating in then smiled warmly with a look of open admiration as Romilda approached.

"Good evening, Romilda," he said as he took her hand and kissed it. "No, I have only just arrived myself. And may I say that you look very beautiful tonight."

He offered her his arm. "I was thinking that we would have an aperitif in the saloon before dining if that's alright with you?"

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bd_romilda
2007-06-05 20:33 (link)

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Romilda saw his warm smile, and she relaxed, finally quietening that voice of dissent in her head. He wasn't wearing Death Eater robes, and he looked rather... debonair... in his tuxedo. She returned his warm smile as he kissed her hand.

"Why thank you," she said to his compliment, so pleased now that she let Antonin buy her at least two dresses from Armani. It really would not have been prudent to wear the same dress twice running to the same club.

Taking his arm, she let him guide her to the saloon. "An aperitif sounds lovely. A wine would be lovely. What do you recommend?" Romilda knew good wine from bad, but she rarely got the chance to drink anything that was good.

"I have to say I didn't think I would find myself back here quite so soon. A working girl like me could very easily get used to it." She tried not to let the opulence of the place overawe her, but she still thought it was quite opulent.

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bd_rodolphus
2007-06-05 21:32 (link)

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Rodolphus was pleased to see Romilda relax. He'd noticed she was a bit tense; no doubt Antonin had warned her off and her own mind had been chastising her about accepting his invitation. But he'd always prided himself on being a gentleman... albeit perhaps the widest possible definition of a gentleman.

He guided her into the saloon, an opulently decorated room full of rich hangings, exquisite paintings and elegant but comfortable furniture.

"If you prefer a white wine then I'd recommend a Pascal Jolivet Sauvignon Blanc from the Loire Valley," he said after a moment of thought. "For a red, I would recommend the Domaine De La Romanee Conte Pinot Noir from Burgundy."

He paused and chuckled. "I'll admit I tend to favour French wines. My family originally comes from France and we still maintain an estate there."

He smiled at her as he guided her over to a small alcove with windows that overlooked the street outside. Two comfortable armchairs sat in the alcove and he gestured for her to be seated.

"I think that any woman should become used to a place like this," he said warmly. "A pub is good enough for a drink and a quick meal but when it comes to dining with a fine woman, to make her feel appreciated, well, a man should make an effort to make it special. Where better than a place like the Casino?"

As he said this a waiter seemed to materialise beside them and waited expectantly for their orders, deferring first to Romilda.

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bd_romilda
2007-06-06 01:12 (link)

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Romilda took the proffered seat in the alcove, glancing only momentarily at the view from outside the window. It had been raining and the streets shone in the glistening light of the street lamps.

She listened as he explained the wines. They both sounded lovely -- not to mention expensive. "Oh, I think I'll have the Sauvignon Blanc. I have heard many good things about the Loire Valley," she added, remembering stories from her mother.

She seemed interested at the mention of the Lestranges having an estate in France. "My mother was French," she said quietly. "From the Le Bon's. They have estates in the south of France, in a small village called Roussillon, in Vaucluse. I believe they still have a very small vineyard, but I believe the wines are very nice."

That was twice now in a week she had spoken of her mother, and her French heritage. She felt the need to explain more. "Mother was born here, to French parents, although she met my father when he went to study in Paris."

A slight blush rose on her cheeks at his complement about making her feel appreciated. "Yes, well apart from Draco Malfoy's new club in Hogsmeade, there really aren't very many places around with such class and style. Although it still doesn't compare to here. Although you wouldn't expect to get the undesirables who often like to hang around the Three Broomsticks."

When the waiter appeared, she gave him a pleasant smile. Having worked a bar, there was no need to be rude to wait staff. "I'll have a glass of the Pascal Jolivet Sauvignon Blanc, thank you."