Thread: Ah, Exes WHO: James and Victoria WHEN: June 22 WHERE: Montrose
James had swapped his Audi out for a more conventional Lexus and the silver car transported himself and Victoria to Camden, parking on the street. They went inside, James holding the door for her, and found a table they had once shared as a couple. The waitstaff knew of James. There was no reservation required for a Weatherby and the vampires were not made to wait long before their drinks arrived.
"You look as beautiful as ever," James said to Victoria when they were left alone. "I'll miss you when you're gone." He smiled easily and leaned back in his chair, one leg crossing over the other under the table.
"I'm sorry, but I still can't get over the fact that you're with that..." reprehensible ingrate? "orphan refugee. I may have overestimated your taste in men." Clearly James was not going to leave well enough alone. Not yet. He sipped his blood-laced wine and then corrected himself. "Misjudged, I mean. Misjudged." With a smile that could pass for apologetic, James held up a hand. "Now, I know. He's a good person, noble and brave, admirable, keeps his promises. No doubt you're madly in love. I get it. It's just..." James looked up briefly, searching for inspiration as he pursed his lips. "It's kind of a slap to the face, Victoria. I'm actually quite insulted that he'd be your pick of rebounds." He sipped again, eyebrow raised.