Realm of Opportunity

2-13: Date With a Goddess

^^ Freya ^^

--- Dorian ---

I sat down slowly at the table I was directed to, and hummed softly. The place across from me was empty, and several people around me were armed.

The waiter, when he approached, shook a little. "M-May I take your order, Sir?" He asked.

"I'll just have wine, for now... bring me a decently aged bottle of sweet red wine, sealed? I like to open my bottles, it always tastes better fresh." I smiled charmingly.

He bowed his head, and slipped away.

I hummed and smiled, giving myself full defense with my Juggernaut ability, just before someone walked by, and a small shiv was rammed between my ribs.

I smiled again as the blade snapped, and snapped the person's wrist without looking, then grabbed his hair, pulling him towards me slowly.

I smiled at the handsome face. "I wonder who's Familia you're in..." I pushed his head to the ground, and stepped on it, ripping his suit down the back to see his status. I nodded slowly, ignoring his cries. "I see. Jealous that I'm going to see your goddess in this way? Go on, then, boy, you bore me." I released him, and leaned back, just as the waiter returned.

I smiled at the bottle of red wine in a bucket of ice, and nodded. "Quite timely, thank you." I picked up the bottle, and cut the wax seal off with a claw, then dug the claw into the cork, pulling slowly, until it popped out with a refreshing sound.

I set the wine on the table to breath, and a gentle feminine voice spoke behind me. "Ahhh, I can always tell the make of a man by how long he lets his wine breath..."

"And I can always tell the beauty of a woman by the sound of her voice... are we both satisfied? Or disappointed? You tell me, dearest Freya." I said easily.

She blinked slowly in the reflection of the glass in front of Me, and I poured myself a glass. "This is a rather sweet Red... I knew it would be your favorite." I poured her a glass, and leaned back, after corking the wine.

She stood next to her chair, and I stood, quickly pulling it out, and then pushing it in until she lifted a finger to stop.

I sat back down, and smiled, sipping the wine, and finding it delicious, (though I wasn't very experienced with wines, only Whiskey,).

She hummed. "And how did you come to that conclusion?" She asked, studiously ignoring the glass.

I smiled slowly. "It's the color of blood, and it, just like blood, can be spilled in ways that are simply... beautiful." I smiled at the fountain, which was pouring low-class red wine over a white marble statue.

She smirked just a tiny bit, and took her glass, sipping it. "It is a good year..." she said as an excuse.

I smiled a  cheeky smile. "So is this one, I'd say... all the wine being placed in the cellars will be sweeter, after tonight... wetter." I rested my elbows on the table, my left hand under my cheek, my right holding my glass.

She raised an eyebrow. "Flirting already? How bold..."

"I'm very skilled at two things. Carnage, and Poetry. And... What are women but the most beautiful Poetry, Creating Carnage?" I shrugged slowly, and sipped my wine again.