Morningstar Manor

After a swift phone call to make sure his quarry was at home, Gil headed down to Joel's gaffe with a large tupperware container filled with the samples of the type of thing usually required at house parties. He also had wine lists, spirits list, mixer lists and costings for various menus in various grades of lavishness.

Laden like a worker ant - but then most cooks were stronger than they looked - he rapped on Joel's door.

[ooc: better late than never, eh?]

Joel decided Friday later afternoon/early evening to walk down to the Flamingo lounge.  It was not far from the Manor.  He had written Gil’s name down and wanted to introduce himself and talk to him for a few moments before the evening crowd came in.

He enjoyed the warm air and made his way down the street, window shopping as he went.  He was slowly relaxing into his new life.  He missed London, but this choice was for the best.

Joel stepped into the foyer and looked around, heading towards the lounge.  He asked the bartender if Gil was in, and that Joel Castilloux was there to meet with him, a resident from the Manor.  The bartender nodded and said he would go check.