Welcome to Gaia! ::

-Aly took notice of the mysterious shadow that glinted in his eyes. Deciding that it might not be as important as she was making herself believe, she tried to ignore it. A small smile spread across her face as she continued to stare into his eyes.- " And it is a pleasure to meet you Aya," Aly agrees, "Have you been here before?"

When the door opened, letting in a draft of cold damp air, a man in a long black trench coat stepped in with the air of someone who is feeling rather harrassed. He brushed absently at a sleeve in an attempt to remove the water that beaded up on the material as he scanned the interior, taking in the decorations, selection of drink, funiture, and other patrons in one smooth motion of his head. Then as if reaching a descision, the man thumped the thick, heavy looking cane on the floor once, and limped up to the bar. There, he removed the sunglasses that hid his eyes from public scrutiny and slid them into some pocket within his coat as he examined the many bottles and such arrayed before him.

The man glanced at Seti as he drummed his fingers, and with a twitch of the eyebrows, temporarily dismissed him. He had not seen a bartender, or soemone who acted like they had authority in the place, so he stumpped his way around to the back, and began gathering up the things he needed to have a decent drink.

Once he had finsished gathering the required items, the man placed them on the counter and limped back to the other side. He sniffed, in a reflective manner, it had been cold outside, and he wanted a fire to sit in front of. Not that things such as tempurature had any bearing on his life, it was simply one of those days that warrented a fire, and an overstuffed chair in front of it. He was distracted from his reflections by the sensation that he was being, rather intently watched. This was not a terribly uncommon thing, especially when his cane was not readily apparent, but it was fairly obvious, so, as he approched the end of the bar counter, he spoke up.

Yes?

*she sat within the corner draped in shadows, surveying the inhapitants with a mixture of intregue and distaste, her body tingeling with anticipation, her eyelids closed...time elapsed, her gaze rested upon a gentleman before her, his manacing presense looming over her. A mischevious smile played upon her lips, she knew he was thinking of using her for his own purpose, heeding only his will, never thinking of any other but himself* "The show" *she feigned ignorance, though she knew full well what he was refering to, as he had his game, she also had hers*

Oh she was good, he had to hand it to her- not that he couldnt see through the pretense, her eyes had been on him the whole time he had sung. No matter, two could play.
He leaned over the table, in a mock bow as he bent purley from the waist, his hair falling in tressles from behind his shoulders to brush the surface of the wood as his hand, still sporting skin tight leather curled around his drink. He stood quickly then, no show for the retreat as his hair flipped back with him and, raising his glass in mock toast to his 'guest' his eyes twinckled and he necked the liquor, felt it burn sweetly down his throat and settle in his stomach.

"I suppose I didnt pentrate your vanity long enough to distract you with my words then" he shrugged, making to turn to the bar with his empty glass

*she almost laughed aloud at his obnocious being, his flair annoyingly spectacular, he had an effect on her, that not many did, she was anxious, yet suprisingly intregued by him, she watched him walk away* "please join me for a drink...a parting gift to one such gifted as yourself" *she had yet to have fun with him, she say the challange within his eyes, she had yet to meet someone who could rival her own*