oneeyedalpha (oneeyedalpha) wrote in childofeden_rp, @ 2013-11-05 11:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: eterna westenra (dropped), character: zoro roronoa (dropped), location: oni giri resturant (dropped), thread: complete, |week: 03, ~date: 07/july 24 |
Who We're Having for Dinner
WHO: Zoro and Eterna
WHERE: Oni Giri (Business)
WHEN: Week 3, Wednesday Evening.
WHY: Zoro owes Eterna dinner.
WARNING: Blood-as-food; otherwise TBD.
To be honest, Zoro hadn't been looking forward to hosting this dinner. The rumors all seemed to suggest that Countess Eterna Westenra had a very different approach to handling her slaves and her household than he did his. He didn't believe everything he heard, but he didn't disregard it, either. As far as he knew, Zoro didn't have any such reputation about how he handled his own slaves yet - and he intended to keep it that way. The less people looked at the way they lived their lives, the better.
But she'd been civil, in their communications, and practical about the social value to their meeting. Zoro was also expecting to get a straight answer about why Kenzi had suddenly become unavailable, though he'd offered to have her over how he'd agreed to that, too, and frowned softly when he saw the young slave wasn't in tow for the evening.
Zoro met Eterna at the front of the restaurant, and escorted her through to one of the soundproofed private rooms that had been set specifically with her in mind. A tall chair stood at either end of a rectangular table that could easily seat a few more, spare table linens in the rich red that she was so fond of wearing and softly lit with Japanese paper lanterns. Closing the door behind her, Zoro moved to withdraw her chair for her, more honor-bound to politeness (at least this far) than flirtatiously gallant. Her place was already set with an empty wine glass and a freshly opened de-coagulant vessel, with a brittle old label identifying it as d'Aunay en 1712. The poor old bastard. "You'll have to tell me if that was 'a good year'," Zoro suggested, half-wry. "Wasn't a good year for that guy."