Victoire couldn't help but give a light laugh. "The Black Death isn't just a bar, love." They continued the dance until the song drew to a close. She was a bit out of breath, but that's only because she was actually enjoying herself for once.
"What do you say, mon cher, another drink? And perhaps we won't stop at one!" She gave him a coy smile before heading back to the bar and pouring a couple more drinks. "Over here, it's more comfortable." There was a small red sofa against one of the walls and Victoire perched herself on the edge before lighting up a cigarette. She started to offer one to Anton before she remembered their first meeting. "Oh, right, never got into the habit. Are you forgetting your worries yet?"