I entertain by picking brains Who: Madeleine & Mikhail Where: High-class bar (she's a snob, he's a ... telepath) When: Late evening
Scotch. A scotch was needed. Not traditionally a lady's drink, but then Madeleine wasn't a traditional lady and she decided she deserved it after the events that had unfolded since her arrival. Of course, not all of them were bad, exactly. It was pleasant to discover an old friend (though Zaviar came with many definitions) was also living in Scarlet Oak. It made the town a little more bearable. As did the knowledge that the place had more than just a vampire bar and a series of pubs. The British may well have been known for their fondness of the things, but Madeleine wanted something a little more... suited to her tastes. No, the argument of 'but the alcohol is the same' did not work. She did not want the grit and the grime that came with certain patrons of the less well-kept pubs. She wanted something more... Well. Clean. Honestly, was it a prerequisite for every licenced establishment to have sticky floors and a bartender in dire need of a shower?
Apparently not, no.
She stood in the doorway of the bar for a moment, surveying those inside before taking the centre stool of the three vacant ones left at the bar. Given that they were flanked by men, it seemed inappropriate to take the closest seat.
"Scotch, please." She managed a tight smile, though her glamour made it rather more amiable. "No ice." Forearms resting on the bar, she cast her mind over the rest of the day. If the neighbours complained, she was going to blow-torch their shrubbery.