Re: The Bar - Rajani and Magnus
Just that morning, Magnus' agent in Pakistan had sent him a new crate of ancient books and scrolls; when Magnus had looked up from a crumblingly ancient codex, he'd been startled to realise how late it was.
This wouldn't do. At this rate, the inhabitants of Crescent Hills would forget what he looked like, and that just couldn't be borne.
So here he was - and it was beautiful. Maia was a genius; Sinsations was glorious, and the party-goers! Beautiful dresses, and suits, and the masks... He grinned, golden, feline-slitted eyes shining behind his glittering black-and-silver mask as he approached the bar. In his sapphire suit, he was in his element.
"Amber, dearest, my usual, if you would," he purred, smiling at a familiar waitress. While she fetched his drink, he took a seat next to the lovely creature who was appallingly alone. "I must compliment you on your exquisite masque," he told her, an appreciative light in his eyes. "But your lack of company - it's just criminal."
Very lightly, he brushed his fingertips over the side of her throat. "Who allows a treasure like you off the leash? Anyone could come along and steal you away."
((ooc: Sorry this took so long! One of the things about Finland is that the net can die for hours if a tree falls in the wrong place >.>))