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A Hero's Welcome (open) Jan 17, 2013 10:48:02 GMT -8

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Rian cross the path again, something he hadn't done since his days at Hogwarts. He smiled and thought about the good old days. Days spent in Hogsmeade were always a blast and he always found a way to have a good time. There was nothing better than Hogsmeade in the snow. Snowball fights, making snow angels and then getting some butterbeer before heading back to the castle.

Rian shook off the nostalgic moment and entered Spintwicks through the front entrance, it was still early in the morning so the store was essentially empty. But that wasn't going to last for long, there was an autograph session today and Rian was the guest of honor. Soon the store would be packed to the brim with fans and he would have to smile all day long and it was going to be gruesome. He had already decided he would have to go right home or he'd be tempted to get a drink the The Hog's Head. He shook off the cobwebs as the owner of the shop appraoched him. Informing him that he could take a seat or wander around. He had about an hour to kill, he smiled and nodded as the man thanked him for coming. "It's my pleasure sir." he then signed a broom for the man and wandered the store. He picked up a book Quidditch for Beginners He smiled as he saw himself stretched across the back of the book, Quaffle in hand, ready to strike.

He smiled and opened the book. He refused to wear his Bats robes until he had to so he laid them across his chair and sat at a table reading his book. He was wearing a black wife-beater, which showed off his nineteen tattoos flawlessly, and some tattered jeans. He wondered if anyone would recognize the superstar looking like this. Reading a beginner's book at an event that he would be signing later. He chuckled to himself and then delved into the book.

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A Hero's Welcome (open) Jan 17, 2013 14:02:12 GMT -8

Post by RAVEN LENNOX MONROE on Jan 17, 2013 14:02:12 GMT -8

Raven was bored of the castle; it had become monotonous already and they had only been there for a couple of weeks. Bryant was constantly off doing things for the Cup and she was left all alone to sit in the room and waste away. Merlin, it was like she was wasting away her golden years. Bryant had told her not to get into any trouble - which basically translated to ‘Don’t leave the room unless I’m with you, I know how you can get in new places.’ It was a very real concern that Bryant had, but Rave refused to sit here and do nothing while he got to go out and have all the fun.

Well, no longer. She refused to sit around and wait for things to happen to her while she was at Hogwarts. She was going to make the most of her grueling time here...whether it required her to go against what Bryant had said or not. Grabbing her pea coat and slipping it over her t-shirt and jeans, Raven bounded out of the room and down the steps of the tower. She was intent on getting to Hogsmeade with as little time to spare as possible. Perhaps she would grab a drink at the Hog’s Head. Or take a look around a book store or...do something. She was sure that there was some drama to be uprooted in the village these days.

It was snowing by the time that she reached the village. Tiny snowflakes adorned her jacket and she shivered against the breeze that traveled down the street. There had to be somewhere where she could get out of the cold. Ignoring all the sings that were on the door way of Spintwick’s. Shivering in the doorway, she pulled off her gloves and looked around. No one was there except the man that was manning the register and someone that was behind the stack of books.

”Afternoon Miss.”

[/b] The register man said, tipping his hat. Raven gave him a brilliant smile and began looking around, trying to ignore the other man in the store. It was short-lived however, as soon as she saw what was all over his skin, she was lost...

”My my that’s a lot of tattoos, sugar.”[/b] Raven said as she approached the man from behind. Without thinking when she was close enough, she ran one of her fingertips down the edge of his shirt and then raised both of her eyebrows, ”Is that a Tiger?”[/b] She was suddenly fascinated by the tattoo that was on his arm, grabbing it with her fingertips and moving his arm from side to side so that she could get a better view of it. She had a few of her own; one behind her left calf, a large N on her back and a small symbol on her right shoulder. But these? These were exquisite to her. Looking up she realized that she hadn’t even caught a glimpse of his face until now and it was then that Rave realized that he looked familiar...very familiar. Perhaps someone that she had gone to Hogwarts with? She remembered that face so vividly, sans all the tattoos but found that she couldn’t put a name to it, ”Do I know you from somewhere?”[/b] She blurted, tactlessly. Raven, who normally kept her cool found that she was having a bit of trouble going down memory lane this afternoon.
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A Hero's Welcome (open) Jan 17, 2013 17:27:31 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Jan 17, 2013 17:27:31 GMT -8

All week Vincent had been waiting for today. It was the day that Rian Lewis would be in Hogsmeade to autograph for his fans and he couldn't contain his excitement. Sadly for being what he was it was against the rules for him to play quidditch, but Vince was oddly okay about that. After all he would never want anyone in his path to get hurt. Sadly Italy didn't have a registered Quidditch Team so he picked the one with the best mascot years ago, and Vincent always had a thing for bats.

It was simple for him to leave work in such short notice, being head of a department had it's perks and Vincent wasn't about to miss this. Oddly enough he had a poster of Rian Lewis hanging in his office, literally next to a picture of Joram. Cackling as he apparated into Hogsmeade. Vincent made a mad dash down the path and watched as a red head opened the door, his black hair going every which way, a scarf attached to the belt loop of his skin tight leather pants. White loafer clad his feet, which were not doing a good job at keeping the cold out. Fixing his bandana which was tied around his head, Vincent opened the door to Spintwicks. A little bell chimed and as he lifted his nose he exploded with glee.

Coming up behind the red haired woman and catching the last bit of what she said he couldn't hold it in any longer. "You mean to tell me you don't know who he is?! My God woman, this is Rian Lewis, only the best chaser in the English Quidditch League for the Ballycastle Bats! He's won two championships with the BBats and MVW three times! How can you not know this information!" Holding his copy of Rian's book tightly in his arms, Vincent was rocking from heel to toe in utter satisfaction. His face beaming with excitement. Standing straight up and looking behind him. Vincent uttered under his breath. "By the way, Miss, the line starts here, so if you'd please."

It was unlike Vincent to be early for anything, but this was something he was looking forward too, Once he got the letter from the Ballycastle Bats Fanclub and Street-Team, that Rian Lewis would be autographing in Hogsmeade he put in for a vacation day, two days actually. He would be slipping into Hogwarts to check on his only son later as well, and to brag and show him what he got. Looking at his watch, Vincent groaned. "Oh cmoooon! Seriously, I have to wait an hour for this?!" Shaking his head as the large poof of hair wiggled with it, the smile never relaxed from his lips. There was far to much to be excited about.

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A Hero's Welcome (open) Jan 17, 2013 22:15:45 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Jan 17, 2013 22:15:45 GMT -8

Rian felt the cold air brush through as the door opened, he didn't even glance up to see who was there. He continued to read his book, hoping to stay some sort of incognito. When the shopkeeper spoke, he understood it was a woman behind him. He continued on with his book until he heard her speak, she spoke first of his tattoos. He typically received these typical responses, it was the main reason why he wore the beaters most of the time anyway. Then slowly he felt her hands on his skin, they were soft as she made her way along the edge of shirt. He was surprised by her forwardness but it only got weirder as she grabbed his arm, staring at the tiger that ran down his well-toned bicep.

Rian took one look at the girl as she looked at him, with realization of what she was doing. It took him a second but he recognized her almost immediately. He smirked at her as she asked her question and shook his head. "You mean you don't recognize me Red?" he smiled as he spoke. The woman in front of him was none other then Raven Monroe. A classmate of his when he was in school. They had their moment one night after the Slytherin team had won a Quidditch match against Slytherin. Rian was always attracted to her even though there were a few years between them, Rian always felt a good attraction.

But before she could respond a gentleman, who must have come in right behind Raven, answered for him. He was clearly a fan here to get an autograph and Rian was extremely pleased with his fan. This man really knew his trivia and he was clearly a big fan. He heard the shop keeper tell the man, that there was another hour until the signing began. But Rian leaned back and waves his hand. "It's okay, I got it." He turned to face the man, a scary looking guy but a typical Bats fan. He stood to introduce himself. "Afternoon sir, Rian Lewis." he put his hand out to shake and smiled at the man. "You sure do know your facts. Did you have something you wanted me to sign?" he pulled a quill out of his pocket, dipping it in the ink that was on the table.

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A Hero's Welcome (open) Jan 19, 2013 8:16:26 GMT -8

Post by RAVEN LENNOX MONROE on Jan 19, 2013 8:16:26 GMT -8

That was when it hit her. Turning around, she felt her jaw nearly drop to the ground in surprise. Rian Lewis. Her Rian Lewis. A few years older than her, no doubt, he had been a classmate from years past. Merlin, she used to have the biggest crush on him back then. She was pretty sure that she would write him awful love letters whenever she got the chance...of course, they were never sent, but she did it just the same. He had been so good on the pitch; she couldn’t help but fall head-over-heels for him. Well perhaps not head over heels because Raven wasn’t sure that she had a romantic bone in her body; but most certainly lustfully desiring him. Between the narcotics that she would pop and the amount of alcohol that she used to consume, it was hard for her to put her finger on just how close they had been back then. But she thought that she recalled a rather sleepless night after a Slytherin Quidditch victory. The shock was beginning to wear off, replaced by a sense of now warmer surprise, ”Merlin, no one’s called me Red since Hogwarts, you son-of-a-bitch!”

[/b] She reached over and punched his arm and grinned.

Raven immediately spun around so that she was facing the rather odd looking man who had defended this man’s...apparently amazing career. She had no idea that he was a Quidditch player. Her certainly didn’t look like one. First things first, he wasn’t parading around the shop in his robes. Carefully she looked the man up and down, being sure to take note of everything about him. The odd dress, the hair that was too big for his body, the almost insane looking smile that he wore on his lips when he spoke about Rian, ”I’m not in line. Obviously, Mr-”[/b] She didn’t know who he was nor where he had come from so she opted for a more standard of nicknames, ”Big-Hair-Don’t-Care.”[/b] She said, letting slight annoyance creep into her voice. She knew that she shouldn’t be angry at the man for wanting his face-time with the great Mr. Lewis, but she also knew that they used to be friends. And in her eyes, friends trumped celebrity any day.

Just the same, with an agitated growl, Raven shrugged at Rian and then moved behind the man in line, folding her arms across her chest as she tapped her foot against the pavement, ”Did you say that you’ve got another hour?”[/b] She asked, raising both of her eyebrows. It was insanity for Rian Lewis to be on time for anything, let alone early, but she couldn’t help but feel a little excited by the prospect, ”We should go get something to eat, catch up, I’d love to write a story about you, Rian. It feels like forever since we’ve seen each other, you know-”[/b]

She paused to look around the man’s hair that stood in front of her so that she could see Rian, ”I guess this one can come too.”[/b] She said nudging him slightly. That was sure to make the poor little fan’s day...going to lunch with a star Quidditch player and a Star Reporter as well.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify][/size]

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A Hero's Welcome (open) Jan 19, 2013 15:39:54 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2013 15:39:54 GMT -8

Obsessed was a little bit of an undercut. Vincent was in love. Not being able to play Quidditch in his time at Durmstrang and not able to try out for National Teams happened to be a big kicker. Apparently Vampires were frowned upon in leagues that only were meant for wizards. Surely Vincent could argue that he too was a wizard, but that just seemed like far too much effort. Instead he preferred to be in the heat of the sideline with his season tickets which he got when the B.Bats were the underdogs, years ago. Truthfully he was around when the team was complete rubbish and he forked out a lot of moolah for the Bats' new stadium in 1791.

His eyes lit up as Rian spoke, he was so amazing. Vincent had seen many different chasers go through the line up, some disappeared, some up and quit, and others were injured far too terribly to continue their career. "Well, Miss, I think I'll go by that now." Nothing she could dish out would affect him in the slightest. His personality was over the top and so carefree that it didn't matter to him what this lady said. "Like the sound of it, but we'll shorten it to Sir Big Hair." The smiled he had across his lips never faltered. Instead his eyes were glued on that perfect jaw line and really cool haircut.

"Anyway, I would really love for you to sign two books. One so I can rub it in my son's face that I got to meet you, and another so I can put it in my trophy room, locked away for safe keeping." Not exactly the same type of trophy room you would find in Rian Lewis' house, oh no. Vincent had autographs and memorabilia from years past, in other words if he wanted to sell his collection he could buy a whole new estate, if he wanted to that is and he wasn't going to not in hundreds of years.

Food, it sounded fantastic. "I'll buy! Anything you'd like anywhere you'd like. Within or without reason." The red haired woman had spunk, it was a nice change from the dull drum of the Ministry. As her elbow came colliding with his side and if it were possible the smile on Vincent's face would have grown tenfold. "I assume you both know how to apparate?"

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A Hero's Welcome (open) Jan 22, 2013 12:48:13 GMT -8

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Rian smirked as he saw Raven’s expression fade into realization. It had been a long time since they had seen each other and Rian couldn’t believe his luck. He felt her punch him in the arm and smiled. “Hey, hey Red. Be careful this arm is expensive and I am almost positive this man here would kill you if I had to miss any more games than I already am” He grinned and winked at her. He looked up at the big man who had to be his biggest fan of all time. They way the man spoke about Rian was pretty cool, creepy, but cool. Rian was one of the few athletes in any professional sports who thoroughly enjoyed interactions with the fans.

Rian leaned forward in his chair and felt his leg twinge a bit. The reference he had made to his injury earlier brought his leg and the pain to forefront. The damn bludger that crushed his knee last month was one of the worst pains he had ever experienced. His coach had told him not to worry because the Bats had the best healers in the world and after spending hours on end with the healers they couldn’t figure any of this out. They couldn’t fix his knee, they didn’t know what was wrong and he was sure that they never would. He tried to play through it but he couldn’t grip his broom like he use to. Every step was still painful and while it was dulling it still hurt. Rian shook this from his mind and focused on the present and trying to ignore the pain for the moment.

Rian leaned back in his chair and watched as Raven and well he wasn’t sure of the man’s name, though he apparently was okay with Sir Big Hair. The man then asked for his autographs. Rian signed the first book and handed it back to the scary man. He laughed as he explained about where he would put the books and quietly listened as Raven asked him a question. “Here you go…sorry I didn’t catch your name sir” he handed him the second book and turned his attention to Raven. “Well I do indeed have an hour darling. A story about me huh? Well I do agree with you there. It has been entirely too long Red.” He knew she use to go by Red back in the day but surely she had gotten over that. But it wouldn’t be like Rian if he didn’t push some buttons when he could. As he was staring into her eyes he had almost forgotten the scary man in the trench coat standing next to him. That was until his booming voice began again. He smiled at the man and then again at Raven. “I do indeed know how to apparate sir, wherever the lady would like to go we can go."

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A Hero's Welcome (open) Jan 23, 2013 21:38:51 GMT -8

Post by RAVEN LENNOX MONROE on Jan 23, 2013 21:38:51 GMT -8

Raven was in a little bit of shock and awe as it were; she had never been one to get star struck, but seeing Rian there was almost mind-blowing to her. They had been close in school and she had never imagined that he would hit it big. Most of the Quidditch superstars at Hogwarts sizzled out after a few years, but by her calculations, Rian had probably been with the Ballycastle Bats for at least nine. He had a very good point; if she ruined his arm, it was very possible that the man that was standing next to her would try and ruin her face, ”Apologies, Mr. Lewis.”

[/b] Raven said, her voice oozing with sarcasm. She raised both of her eyebrows in his general direction as he winked at her. Rave knew that he was out for part of the season with a knee injury, but she wasn’t sure of just how bad it had been. The papers were being very vague - and it was not her department...unless there was some gossip associated. However, standing next to him now, Raven knew that he would probably be a part of her next column. This was an opportunity just too good to pass up.

Rave was still trying to figure out what his real name was; although, he apparently liked the sound of Sir Big-Hair. She realized that she was staring open-mouthed at the black-haired crazed fan and immediately slammed it shut, pretending to be interested in one of the books that was on the table in front of her.

She tapped her foot as Rian continued to call her Red; if that was going to be a reoccurring theme she would surely write something scathing about him in the paper. Then again - she cast a look up from under her heavily mascaraed lashes - he still was quite the good looking gentleman. Everything about him appeared to have only gotten better with age. ‘Like a good wine-’ Her inner thoughts cooed, ’I wonder if he can still kiss like he used to...’ Immediately, she tried to bat away the thoughts, knowing all too well that she wanted to see if he still...had it in him. All too late she realized that she was licking her lips in desirous sexual appetite. She slammed down the book when she realized Sir Big Hair had been speaking to them both, ”Of course we know how to apparate. Do I look like a seventh year to you, love?”[/b] She asked, adjusting her shirt so that she was showing perhaps a bit more than she should have.

”I’d hardly consider myself to be a lady, Lew. But, if I must decide: The Criterion.”[/b] Raven returned, cooly, without missing a beat. It was a pricey restaurant that lay on Piccadilly. She had that way about her; if she was asked a question, she would rattle off the most expensive option that came to mind. Especially when there was someone else paying the tab, ”It’s muggle, but the inside is to die for. Not to mention they’ve got a wine list that goes on for hours.”[/b] [/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify][/size]

ooc;; caffeinated Quinn=awful post. apologies to both of you O.o

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A Hero's Welcome (open) Jan 23, 2013 22:30:34 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2013 22:30:34 GMT -8

Nodding at the statement about his arm getting damaged his smile faltered. "You're right I will break your mouth if you damage him anymore." There was not any sort of softness in his tone when he spoke, it was matter of factly and he looked to Rian as he signed the books. Asking for his name Vincent looked over at the red haired girl and grinned for a moment. He would be more than happy to pay for anything the both of them wanted.

"Oh me? Mortelle. Vincent actually, but Mortelle is my last name. You know how it goes. I suppose I could just say, oi! I'm Vincent Mortelle,yo!" With a shrug like it was nothing his shoulders rolled back in front of one of the most famous quidditch players of the decade. "But I suppose that isn't really proper." Vince's lips curled into one of the most beautiful smiles he had on hand. For being a man of his nature Vincent had absolutely nothing to hid. "Thank you, Rian. You really don't know how much this means to me, my boy is going to be so livid, and I'm going to relish in his hatred. This is going to be great." V threw his fists up into the air at the success of the day.

Turning to Raven at her snarky comment about apparation he shrugged. "What? You should take it as a compliment that I honestly thought you were a seventh year. Don't get me wrong mi amore, I know people who are twice your age and terrified to apparate, so it's only fair that I ask." Winking at the girl, Vince pulled his hair off his shoulders and pushed it behind his neck in order to get it out of his face. Fixing his coat ever so much he nodded. "Sounds good too me. If they've got the vintage, I've got the mintage. I'll make sure we get you back in time I have an interview in two hours anyway, and if I show up looking like this I'll surly be reprimanded again for scaring away potential employees."

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A Hero's Welcome (open) Feb 7, 2013 5:39:39 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Feb 7, 2013 5:39:39 GMT -8

Rian smiled deeply at Raven, he could tell his calling her red was getting to her and he relished in that fact. Back in the day, Rian was a true player and every girl from every house was in trouble. Rian wasn’t one to distinguish between house, blood type or any of that nonsense. None of it mattered to him, if she had the body Rian was more than okay to oblige her. “Don’t sell yourself short Red.” He chuckled and then became serious again. “The Criterion it is then. Never been there, but it rarely strikes me to find a place that I can’t eat anyways.”

Rian couldn’t help but laugh at the man’s excitement. He loved all of his fans but this guy was a top notch fan and it was dawning on him that this man was a Bats fan for a specific reason. He was a vampire. Rian felt like he had caught a glimpse of the dead giveaway, the teeth, during one of his giant smiles but he couldn’t be sure. It didn’t matter to him one way or the other.

Rian did his best not to laugh when he suggested that Raven was a 7th year. She still looked young and just as hot if not more so than when he had known her as a student. He couldn’t help but wonder about taking another run with her, he had always enjoyed her company. It didn’t seem like he would get his chance this evening, what with the mega fan but Rian would have to make time. He turned to the shopkeeper and shouted “Sir, I’ll be back in an hour. See you both there” and with that he gave a nod and apparated. Landing on his feet, barely though as the pressure pushed onto his knee, and looked up at where he was. The sign was clear as day, he decided to wait outside and pushed himself against the wall. This was turning into one hell of a day.

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A Hero's Welcome (open) Feb 12, 2013 20:15:17 GMT -8

Post by RAVEN LENNOX MONROE on Feb 12, 2013 20:15:17 GMT -8

A pop and a slight stumble forward later, Miss. Monroe, Mr. Lewis, and Mr. Mortelle finally found their footing as they stood in front of The Criterion in London. Raven reached up and placed her hand on her head, smoothing out some of the unruly red curls that had decided to take it upon themselves to dislodge themselves from her normally put-together look. Perhaps she should have mentioned that her recently ex-boyfriend had donated a significant amount of money to the restaurant over the past couple of years - per her request - before she had encouraged them to come here. She didn’t know how quickly news would travel about her...estrangement, but if they had some how managed to find out that the pair were no longer together, they were going to have a difficult time getting a table.

Rave tried to push the thought from her mind and looked up, marveling at the exquisite architecture of the building, suddenly reminiscing about the evening that she had spent here with Bryant a few weeks ago. Merlin, before they had arrived at Hogwarts, everything had been peachy. She had had her poor boyfriend wrapped around her finger and now? Well, now it seemed as if she was losing her touch. At least when it came to Mr. Xavier. Shaking her head, she decided that it was not the time to be thinking about how she was perhaps losing it. She reached down and pulled on the bottom of her shirt, straightening it until she was satisfied in her appearance and then walked forward, ”Well come on boys, what are you waiting for? You can’t expect them to come out to you.”

[/b] She looked over her shoulder and winked slightly at the pair of men that were behind her. What a strange afternoon this was shaping up to be. Not only had she run into an old flame, she found herself perpetually intrigued by the man that they had tugged along and was curious to see what else would take flight from the hour that was ahead of them.

Rave walked into the restaurant, her head held high, a classic charming smile playing on her lips, ”Miss Monroe! What a pleasure it is to be seeing you again so soon.”[/b] The main at the front said, his eyes practically sparkling.

”Afternoon, Mason.”[/b] She breathed, holding out her hand. The man kissed it and proceeded to grab three of the card-stock menus that were behind him.

”Where is Mr. Xavier? We were hoping that he would stop in to see the most recent renovation-”[/b]

”Mason, darling. Our table, please. We’ve hardly got enough time for idle chit chat. But-”[/b] She leaned in and pressed her lips to his ear, ”I assure you if you’re timely, they’ll be a handsome tip in it for you.”[/b] She pulled back and raised both of her eyebrows at the gentleman that was to seat them.

Instantaneously, Mason beckoned for them to follow him and led them to the back of the restaurant. The atmosphere was brilliant despite the fact that it was midday - the candles were burning low, barely illuminating the deep-red satin of the chairs’ seats, but with just enough light to see what one was doing, ”A bottle of the red at the bottom of the list, Mason. I can’t quite remember what it’s called. Cha-”[/b]

”Chateau Mouton-Rothschild? 1945?”[/b]

”Yes, that’ll do, sugar.”[/b] Raven said as she flashed him another signature grin. Mason hustled off and she sat down on one of the chairs, suddenly thankful for her ex-boyfriends connections, ”Are you two love-birds just going to stand there all day or are you going to join me?”[/b]

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A Hero's Welcome (open) Feb 18, 2013 16:41:16 GMT -8

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Stepping from the shadows Vincent looked up at the sign. This place was extremely classy but he wasn't going to back out of his offer to pay. Sure it was probably way out of anyone's budget to pay for three, but Vincent happened to have more money than he knew what to do with. There was quiet banter as he scoped out the room of the Criterion. It was overly elaborate and almost unwelcoming. His eyes rest upon a snooty couple and he only smiled. Needless to say the trio looked out of sorts to be walking into restaurant like this. Vincent in his very, odd, attire that matched a band member who was crossed between Queen, Black Sabbath and KISS. Even though he was okay with his appearance there were many eyebrows that happened to be raised at the fact that a group of individuals were treated kindly without questioning their attire. Vincent was certain that this place had a dress code and the only one remotely close to fitting those rules happened to be Raven.

The interactions were odd and Vincent found himself listening to the surrounding chatter. Hearing that his appearance had been brought up a few times along with Rian's wasn't unsettling at all. That meant there were eyes on him and Vincent found an odd sort of comfort in the words. Sitting down at the table Vincent instantly reached for the wine list. They mentioned a Chateau Mouton-Rothschild and his eyes narrowed ever so slightly. French. "Actually, Mason, could you get me a bottle of Mortelle Poggio Alle Nane? Please, any year will do, but the older the better."

Pulling off his large jacket Vincent turned to place it on the back of his chair, arms covered in tattoos and some even reaching his neck. Looking at Rian he smiled. "Well, I mean if you're meaning him and I being love birds I'm not going to complain. I could fall head over heels for this man right here." Vincent gave her a wink and leaned forward. Arms resting on the edge of the table without any hesitation or skipping a beat. "I hope the food here is worth every penny." Looking over the plates on other tables he sighed as his stomach rolled. Looking over the interior Vincent couldn't help but feel a little out of place. "You know, the last time I was here was in 1875, it looked a lot different, but not much has changed."

It was just a small comment, nothing too obscure to him, but to both Raven and Rian it could possibly be the gate for interesting conversation. Here he was Vincent Mortelle, a man who had sat in this same building almost a century ago. "My cousin and I used to frequent here actually, his father decided it would be a great social gathering during the Grand opening in 1873 and it sort of took off from there." Voice quiet as he looked up at the ceiling which brought horrible memories into his chest.

Moving to the far corner next to the bar his violet eyes locked on the floor for a few moments before the moved up the wall and toward the ceiling. The crack still wasn't repaired. It was in the late 1880s that he remembered passing out on the floor in that corner, too doped up from opiates to move or even comprehend what was actually happening to him. Closing his eyes, Vincent tried to pull away from the memory of those days, but the crack in the ceiling reminded him of how many times he's laid in that corner and looked up. "Anyway, Rian, has there been any news on your return to the sport?" Trying to peel the attention away from him just for a moment.

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