Marie Delacourt: Marie glides lightly into the club, her arm through Troy's, fingertips resting lightly on his forearm.

She is an exquisite creature, perfectly suited to the decor of the Club. Long, silver-white waves spill to the small of her back, artfully framing a dainty, heart-shaped face, untouched by make-up, with wide, sparkling blue eyes, a narrow nose and full pale lips. Her sleek, dancer's frame with its sparse curves is gowned in shimmering black satin, cut daringly low both front and back, the shoulders clasped with what look like diamonds, leaving her long, milk white arms bare to the eye. The gown is split in the front to midthigh, flashing pale glimpses of her long legs in their dainty black heels to the room as she walks.

Troy Lawrence: He steps into the Concerto Club at Marie's side, eyes scanning across the main area once they move past the maitre d'. His expression is calm, not quite at it's usual level of severity...not with Marie by his side.

Money and power...that’s what the man projects. He’s quite attractive, in the high-born, aristocratic way, somewhere in his mid-20's, with well- formed cheekbones, a slightly hawkish nose, immaculate skin, and perfectly coiffed blonde hair, going down to his collar. His eyes, a dark green, hold a cynical, dismissive look in them, behind a pair of small glasses. His body is toned, the body of a man who has worked for his muscle-mass, rather then being blessed with it, and is contained within an tailored suit, sport coat open. An attaché case is ever present nearby, as well as a cell phone at his hip. Everything about the man’s appearance is tailored to perfection, to present no weakness to an enemy, whether that be on the job or on the battlefield.

Gavin Brooke: Gavin of course has caught word of the Concerto Club and decides it is best to make an appearance within its walls. The Silver Fang is dressed in the appropriate attire, complete with gold cufflinks. The clothes surely cost a small fortune by their design and cut, and surely those with taste and class will recognize that. He is only in his early thirties but his strength and nobility is clear as can be. He is both handsome and charming in demeanor as he enteres to see who might be about.

Marie Delacourt: "Shall we head to the bar," she asks softly, glancing up at Troy through the thick fall of her pale hair. "I am rather thirsty."

Troy Lawrence: "Yes, I think that would be a good idea," he murmurs. With a smile to her, he nods and strats to head that way.

Troy Lawrence: d10: Per+Alertness: 4,9,7,4,

Gavin Brooke: Gavin stands just inside the doorway, looking around for only a moment before the eyes settle on Troy and cause the man to smirk slightly. Seeing that they are heading to the bar, he decides to follow.

Marie Delacourt: Smiling sweetly, she touches this young woman or that young man as they pass, offering brief, kind hellos or gracious compliments, her full attention returning to Troy as they reach the bar.

Troy Lawrence: He glances over just as they reach the bar, eyes falling on Gavin. He stops and turns around, leaning down to murmur to the lovely creature at his side.

Troy Lawrence -> Marie Delacourt: "The Grand Elder of the Sept of the Green approaches, my dear...he is of our Tribe."

Marie Delacourt: She blinks slowly and turns, small hands clasping before her, her head dipping low so that her soft curls spill forward over her shoulders, veiling her face.

Troy Lawrence: His stance is nothing if not respectful as Gavin approaches, his head inclining toward the man. "Mr. Brooke. An unexpected pleasure, seeing you here. Good evening."

Gavin Brooke: "I heard that it might be good for me to check this place out." he says when he draws up close to them and smiles slfotly to Marie and then over to Troy. "It is a suprise to see you here."

Marie Delacourt: She smiles gently to Gavin and dips an almost unnoticed curtsy.

Troy Lawrence: "It is an excellent place to come for a dinner engagement, or to simply unwind after a long day." He nods. "Mr. Brooke, may I present Marie Elizabeth Delacourt. Marie, Gavin Brooke."

Gavin Brooke: "Charmed" he says to the woman as he watches her for a long moment before turning his attention to Troy. "Yes, or a long night." he says with a bit of a grin.

Marie Delacourt: "Honored," she says softly, lifting her beautiful face towards Gavin, cheeks flushing a touch at the long look.

Troy Lawrence: "Or a long night," he agrees. "They have an excellent selection of wines and high-grade drink materials here at the bar. Please, join us for a drink, or perhaps dinner, sir?"

Gavin Brooke: "A drink for now, and I'll see about staying longer." he says with a bit of a smile. "Do you come here often?"

Marie Delacourt: Marie is politely silent, stepping briefly away from the men to confer with another lovely young woman.

Troy Lawrence: "It is close to my work, and between there and home. When I have time within my work schedule to actually go home, that is," he says with a slight nod.

Marie Delacourt: Hearing Troy, she touches the other's shoulder and steps back, laughing softly. "He never seems to leave the office."

Gavin Brooke: He laughs softly... "So the two of you know each other?"

Marie Delacourt: She blinks slowly at Gavin, smiling, blushing gently as her face lifts towards Troy.

Troy Lawrence: He gives Marie a quick look and smile, then looks back to Gavin. "Indeed. Miss Delacourt and I have recently become well-acquainted," he says smoothly, a hand moving to rest lightly between the woman's shoulderblades.

Melody Drake: It was her turn to oversee the floor tonight, the young woman carefully moving about to make sure all were enjoying their evening. The young woman, looking roughly twenty two or so, stands at 5'7"... without the heels she has on. She's dressed in a black, asymetrical dress that leaves one shoulder bare... tastefully. A smattering of white beads adds elegance to the otherwise plain dress. Black hair tumbles in loose waves around her shoulders, though the most stunning feature is her eyes, an unnatural, almost unnerving amber green. (PB4)

Marie Delacourt: Marie looks to Gavin, soft shoulders lifting in an eloquent little shrug. "That, I believe, does indeed sum it up."

Gavin Brooke: Gavin nods slightly with a bit of a grin. "A pitty." he says before moving closer to the bar to get a drink from the bartender before looking back to Troy and Marie thoughtfully.

Marie Delacourt: Startled, she lays her fingers over her mouth, cheeks flushing delicately.

Melody Drake: d10: : 3,5,1,8,9,6,

Gavin Brooke: "I have yet to here much of any avialable women in the city with a ... suitable heritage." he says almost to himself as he accepts the glass and takes a long sip.

Troy Lawrence: An eyebrow quirks, though his posture and expression remain prefectly calm and polite. Grand Elder, after all. He watches Gavin briefly, before looking to Marie. "What would you like to drink, my dear?"

Marie Delacourt: "Champagne, please, Troy," she murmurs, not quite sure what to make of Gavin's words. "Surely there are other young women of breeding who would interest yourself," she says, touching Gavin's hand very lightly with the tips of her fingers.

Melody Drake: Maybe she was merely drifting in the direction of the bar. Or maybe she spotted the well bred trio over there. One may never know. Either way, the young woman heads that way, soft murmurances and pauses and smiles to patrons along the route.

Gavin Brooke: There is a playful grin to his lips before he turns his attention to the rest of the room once more. That is when he spots Melody and a eyebrow raises up slightly. "Well well..." he says with a glance to Troy. "And who might that be?"

Troy Lawrence: He nods to Marie and orders a glass of Bollinger Grande Année Rosé for her, plus a gin and tonic for himself, his expression calm, watching the other two as he waits for the drinks.

Troy Lawrence: He looks over, suddenly, and nods. Ahh, excellent. "Ahh...allow my to introduce you." He smiles to Melody as she approaches, giving her a nod. "Good evening, Miss Drake. How are you this evening?"

Marie Delacourt: She blinks again at Gavin and turns slightly, fingers sweeping her hair behind her shoulder before she accepts the champagne, sipping at it delicately. "Thank you, Troy," she murmurs softly, tipping her head up to smile gently at him.

Melody Drake: She smiles lightly to the young lawyer, incling her head just faintly. "Mr. Lawrence, a pleasure. I am doing well... and yourself?" A polite nod is given to Mari, and Gavin as well, soft voice greeting. "Sir, ma'am."

Marie Delacourt: "Madamoisel," she murmurs, offering Melody a smile.

Gavin Brooke: Gavin turns her attention towards Melody as he sips again from his glass. Seeming entirely interested in meeting Melody.

Troy Lawrence: "I am well, thank you. Melody, allow me to present Miss Marie Elizabeth Delacourt, and Gavin Brooke. Marie, Mr. Brooke, Miss Melody Drake."

Troy Lawrence: ((I stand corrected. He intrdocues her as Marie Anna Elizabeth Delacourt. *S*))

Melody Drake: A hand is politely extended to Gavin, and then Marie, to shake. "A pleasure to meet you both. I hope you're enjoying your experience so far at the Concerto Club?"

Marie Delacourt: "It is quite lovely," she murmurs, shaking Melody's hand daintily.

Gavin Brooke: He nods to Melody as he watches her and offers a bit of a smile. "It is my pleasure to meet you." he says to the new woman. "I think I might like coming her more often."

Marie Delacourt: Marie covers her mouth to hide the smile as she turns her face towards Troy, brow arching.

Gavin Brooke: Gavin does take the hand of course, raising it to his lips to kiss gently. "I am still rather knew here and this is my first time."

Melody Drake: She graces Gavin with a smile, those odd eyes watching him as he kisses her hand. "The Concerto Club would be happy to see you return to here, Mr. Brooke."

Troy Lawrence: He smiles slightly toward Melody and Gavin, then looks down to Marie, his hand still resting against her back. The arched brow draws a look of quiet curiosity.

Marie Delacourt: The amusement fades slowly to something resembling vague displeasure, dark brow arching beneath the spill of silver-blond hair as she flutters her right hand and curls it, along with her left, around her champagne flute.

Gavin Brooke: "Oh, I am sure that I shall. Especially if I have such lovely company to share." he says while watching Melody, then he turns his attention back to Troy. "I think you were remise in recommending this place to me the other night during our meeting." he says with a soft chuckle.

Melody Drake: "The Concerto has more to offer than just lovely company." She remains smiling, gaze going briefly to the stage. Ah yes, the cellist.

Troy Lawrence: "Indeed," he says with a slight inclination of his head to Gavin. "My apologies...our meeting the other night was more business-oriented. Still, the point stands."

Troy Lawrence: He looks down to Marie, brow furrowing slightly. "Something wrong with your drink, my dear?"

Gavin Brooke: He gives a little grin over to Troy and nods. "I think you just wanted to keep this little gem to yourself." and then he looks over to Melody. "Do tell my dear, Troy had mentioned some fine dining and drinks available. What other wonders might you be in the offering?"

Marie Delacourt: She coughs, mid-sip, choking on the bubbly liquid, blue eyes widening as she presses a hand to her chest. "No, its lovely, Troy."

Gavin Brooke: Gavin glances over to Marie for a moment with a hint of a grin.

Troy Lawrence: His brow raises a little, eyes flicking to Gavin and Melody, before he looks to Marie. "Of course, dear. Forgive me."

Melody Drake: There is a faint quirk of an eyebrow, that smoothes out nearly instantly, making one wonder if it even happened. A hand lifts, gracefully motioning toward the stage. "Besides the fine dining and drinks? The entertainment is most enjoyable, with a wide variety of styles and performers every week."

Marie Delacourt: She leans up to Troy and murmurs softly in his ear.

Marie Delacourt -> Troy Lawrence: "Did he just...proposition, Madamoiselle Drake?"

Gavin Brooke: "Troy failed to make mention if it, perhaps he does not care for the entertainment here?" he asks with a glance over to Marie and Troy. They eyes stay on Maria for another long moment before he turns his attention bakc ot Melody. "So are you a manager here?" he asks towards Melody.

Troy Lawrence -> Marie Delacourt: "It could certainly be interpreted that way, yes."

Troy Lawrence: He murmurs back to Marie, before sipping his drink.

Melody Drake: "I am the Financial Advisor of this Club." She murmurs easily, head inclining slightly.

Marie Delacourt: "How utterly..." She trails off, realizing she'd forgotten to whisper, her eyes absolutely huge in her dainty face.

Gavin Brooke: "Ah, delightful." he says with a soft smile and finishes off his drink, setting the glass back on the bar. "Well it does seem to be a nice establishment.

Melody Drake: "Thank you. I regret however, I must take my attend to my duties at this time." She bows her head slightly, and then inclines her head to Gavin, Marie, and Troy. "Gentlemen, ma'am. It was a pleasure. I do wish you all a good evening."

Troy Lawrence: He shifts his hand on the young lady at his side's back a little, to a bit more supportive of a position.

Gavin Brooke: His eyes shift over to Marie with a little curious expression, then a look to Troy for a moment.

Troy Lawrence: "A pleasure as always, Miss Drake." He nods to her. "Good evening."

Marie Delacourt: "Have a delightful evening, Madamoiselle Drake," she murmurs politely, her chin dipping towards her chest, eyes veiled beneath pale lashes.

Gavin Brooke: He nods to Melody. "Good evening to you, and I hope we meet again." he then looks to Troy and Marie. "So you had mentioned dinner?"

Troy Lawrence: He looks away froom Melody, back to Gavin, a polite smile on his face, flawless decorum. "How is your drink, sir?"

Troy Lawrence: "Mmmm, yes...dinner." He looks to Marie. "Are you still up for dinner, my dear?"

Melody Drake: Another small dip of her head, and the woman gracefully moves away to continue her rounds.

Marie Delacourt: "If you like, Troy," she murmurs softly, hiding safely behind all that soft, pettable hair.

Melody Drake: ((Thank you guys, night!))

Gavin Brooke: Those eyes continue to remain on Marie for a long moment before smiling and looking back over to Troy. "I hope you don't mind me tagging along."

Troy Lawrence: "Of course," he nods to Gavin deferentially. "By all means...shall we find a seat?"

Marie Delacourt: Flushing softly she sips at her champagne, feeling rather trapped and pulled between the two.

Gavin Brooke: "After you." he motions to the pair with a pleased smile.

Troy Lawrence: He takes Marie's hand, smoothly placing it in the crook of his own arm as he walks along, heading toward a table.

Marie Delacourt: Marie doesn't walk at Troy's side, she floats smoothly and fluidly, her hips swaying just so as she moves.

Gavin Brooke: And Gavin follows those hips with a little smile on his lips. Perhaps some little plan or thought playing through his mind as he watches how the two move together.

Troy Lawrence: He reaches the table, sliding a chair out for Marie and helping her in. He pushes said chair in once Marie is seated, and then takes a seat directly next to her at the table.

Marie Delacourt: She smoothes her dress almost instinctually and crosses her long legs once she's seated, the gown spilling away to reveal the curve of one graceful thigh.

Gavin Brooke: He then takes another of the seats at the table, across from Marie so that he may more easily gaze upon her. The eyes shift to Troy for a moment. "Allow me to pick up the tab, so order whatever you like." he says charmingly.

Marie Delacourt: She flushes beautifully and brushes her hair back behind her shoulders as she raises her head, canting it just slightly to oneside so that the pale flesh of her elegant throat stretches in a long, clean line.

Troy Lawrence: d10: WP: 1,4,7,6,2,

Troy Lawrence: Something stiffens slightly in his posture. "Sir...do not feel that is necessary by any means. I assure you, I am quite capable of covering our tab." His expression and tone remain calm and polite.

Gavin Brooke: "Well it is the least I can do for the kind invitation to join you and havng introduced me Miss Delacourt." he says with a warm smile to her before looking back to him. "Though if you insist, then by all means." he says to him.

Marie Delacourt: Her pale skin flushes again and she nips delicately at her lower lip, pressing one hand to her warm cheek.

Troy Lawrence: He nods evenly to Gavin, cool green eyes watching the man. "I do insist, sir. Thank you for the offer, however...it is most gracious of you."

Gavin Brooke: "I should be thanking ou." he says to Troy with a little grin. He then looks to Marie. "So may I be so forward to address you as Marie?" he says to the kin.

Marie Delacourt: She blinks and her eyes fly to Gavin's face, settling there without quite meeting his eyes. "If it pleases you."

Troy Lawrence: d10: WP: 5,5,8,9,2,

Gavin Brooke: "It indeed pleases me..." and he smiles a bit more with a glance to Troy before looking back to Marie. "Have you ever been boating Marie?" he casually asks her before looking back to Troy. "And what might you recommend from the menu?"

Marie Delacourt: "No, Sir, I've not," she says softly.

Marie Delacourt: (("No, Sir, I have not." No contractions for Marie!))

Troy Lawrence: He looks from Gavin to Marie, his brow arching slightly, a bit of a hardening in his face. "I would recommend the salmon, if you enjoy boating and seafood...it is exceptional."

Marie Delacourt: Her arm shifts a bit as she slides her hand, safely hidden by the table cloth, onto troy's leg.

Gavin Brooke: He nods towards Troy as he considers the recoomendation, then looks back to Marie and smiles to her again. "Please, call me Gavin... and perhaps some time I can take you out for a little boating."

Marie Delacourt: "Perhaps," she agrees softly, lashes veiling her sparkling eyes.

Troy Lawrence -> Marie Delacourt: There is an undeniable tension in the man's leg, muscles tightly corded.

Marie Delacourt -> Troy Lawrence: Her fingers move soothingly over his leg, just her fingers.

Troy Lawrence: He picks up his drink and sips at it, eyes coolly watching the situation.

Gavin Brooke: Gavin motions for a waitress to come over and places another drink oder, then glances to Troy and Marie. "Are both of you ready to order?"