2366/Coming to Call

Coming to Call
Date of Scene:	07 September 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Ravenna Levesque, Crowley

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Ravenna Levesque has posed:
Lux always seems to have a healthy crowd in the room despite what day of the week it is and today is no exception. Thankfully the crowd is pretty chill, and most people are happy to drink their drink and go about their day with out much fuss. There are plenty of open seats at the bar where most of the regulars usually linger. At least those who don't have their own booth.

The Bartender is tending to business, so Ravenna has stepped behind the bar to help keep the drinks flowing. She's dressed in her usual uniform of a sleek black dress, heels and her hair tamed and pulled back from her face. She does fairly well behind the bar, and she's learned the regular's drinkks enough to serve them to their liking. Her main focus may be wine, but even Sommelier's need to be versitile. She finishes pouring a beer and hands it across the bar with a well practiced smile.

Crowley has posed:
Plenty of 'people' who walk into Lux are not people at all. Their various magical flavors no doubt dance upon Ravenna's trained magical senses, alerting her to the fact that they're unusual, even if taxonomy is a challenge.

The slightly portly man who enters is handsome only in a very middle aged way. He wears a sleek black suit. He could be any professional in New York City, but he certainly has that otherworldly flavor about him. He also knows what he's about in a place like this. He lets the coatman take his coat and tips him a little bit. He glances about, then comes up to the bar. "Ah, the sommnelier is in today," he observes, though has he ever really been in here? Has she ever seen him before?

Perhaps word is simply getting around. "Well. Given that, I'll have whatever wine pairing you favor today." He offers her a smile, warm, friendly.

Ravenna Levesque has posed:
When Crowley walks in, Ravenna is obviously sizing him up. First to see if his face is familiar, second to see if he's normal or supernatural and finally, guessing what sort of wine he might enjoy. By the time he finds his way to the bar, she has on her practiced smile and folds her hands behind her back. "Yes, I am the Sommelier." She says polietly and bowing her head. It's not strange for her to be mentioned by her title, after all people simply called the bartender, Bartender.

As for the pairing, she taps her finger to her lips before she spins around toward the bottles behind her. She makes a quick selection, grabs a large glass and fills it to the proper level with out any effort. It's a white wine, perfectally chilled and while it might have the aroma of burnt rubber, it has a sharp, but pleasant taste on the tongue. "Let's start you here, so we can gauge just what you're into." Setting the bottle aside, she slides the glass over. "So what brings you in this evening?"

Crowley has posed:
He knows how to taste a wine. He swirls it, sniffs it, and brings it to his lips. "Mm. Delightful," he responds, inclining his head. "Put it on the Salesman's tab, if you would."

It seems he, too, has a title.

"As for what brings me in, why, I'm a regular, of course." His voice has a growly quality to it. The accent is British. It's all very low key, not quite soft-spoken but gently spoken for all of that. "Though I haven't been here in some time. I say, when's the last time you saw the Bartender anyway? I'd love to have a word with him. Not that I'm trying to chase you off, you understand."

He takes another sip of the wine-- he really does seem to find it rather delightful-- as he waits for her reply.

Ravenna Levesque has posed:
"Ah yes, the Salesman, I will be sure that your bill is added to your tab." Ravenna at least knows who had a long running tab, and the Salesman is a name she's seen on that list. Granted, that's all she knows about him, but she's learning that sometimes that's all you want to know about Lux's Patrons. "Well welcome back, I hope in your time away you don't find yourself disappointed with the service."

When the Bartender is asked for she looks up toward the ceiling with a shrug. "It's been a few hours, but I saw him when I started my shift. I am sure he will be down eventually whenever he concludes whatever business he is attending to." She doesn't ask, she's learned not to ask. "Can I leave a messge for him to contact you when he has a free moment?"

Crowley has posed:
"It would be better if you mention in passing that I'd like a word," the Salesman says smoothly. "I'd hate for him to think I was trying to make a claim on his time."

For some, the ones who think that man is just a Bartender, this would seem insane. For those who know better, though, the sort of smooth deference that this fellow is exhibiting might seem little more than good sense.

He takes out a coin though, thoughtfully, spinning it slowly on the top of the bar. It is rough, an older design, something so old the faces have been rubbed down and washed away. It's an idle sort of a thing, really. "But enough about him. Let's talk about you. How are you settling in to your livelihood at Lux?"

Ravenna Levesque has posed:
"I am sure that can be arranged." Ravenna says casually as the Salesman makes his request. "I know how busy he can get, but I am sure for a regular customer, he would make the time for you." Granted she doesn't know of their relationship, and Ravenna is still in the dark on who her employer is. Still she shrugs her shoulders at Crowley.

"I am settling in very well. I have keys to the largest personal wine cellar I have ever seen, full run of what goes in and out of there, and the ability to bring in things other people would have trouble getting ahold of. I few other Sommes I've spoken with have expressed their envy."

Crowley has posed:
Le sigh. There is nothing tougher for a salesman than learning that someone already has everything they want. Then again, trying to poach Ravenna would be a very stupid thing to do indeed. "Your accent isn't local," he observes mildly. Neither is his, of course, but this is about her. "How long have you lived here in New York City?" The coin disappears up his sleeve once more. It was just something idle to do with his hands.

This man has a knack for tuning out distractions, though. The rest of the bar might as well not exist. He's talking to her right now, and so she is the one that gets his full, complete, and undivided attention.

Ravenna Levesque has posed:
Ravenna Levesque has all she wants in her career, but that is all he asked for and that was all the information he receieved. Ravenna is careful giving out too much about herself, though idle chitchat is normally safe. "Neither is yours." Ravenna replies with a smirk. "I moved here when I was eighteen. I was dazzled by the lights, but found it to be cold in the end. Still I have found my passion here so I didn't see fit to return to Quebec."

Ravenna only peeks over her shoulder to make sure everyone at the bar has the drinks that they need, before she returns her attention back to Crowley. "What about you? How long have you bee on the wrong side of the pond?"

Crowley has posed:
"Oh, only a few weeks. I travel quite a bit," Crowley says, waving a hand back and forth. "I'm in sales, as it happens, and you know how it goes, the life of a traveling sales guy. Big ticket items, I'm afraid, with a specified solution for every customer, every client. I like to think of myself as a professional problem-solver. Have you met a lot of good friends during your time here? A beautiful city for beautiful people, New York, but it can get lonely."

It's true, he hasn't asked nearly enough questions yet. Though his calculus about poaching remains the same.

Which would be a problem, if he were a one hit wonder. Fortunately he is not.

Ravenna Levesque has posed:
"Oh I hear about it often, there are vendors I deal with who don't even have a home address. However the wines they are able to procur are beyond compare, and I suppose everything has it's price." Ravenna says with a solomn nod before she reaches for the winebottle and refills his glass. After all, with a suit that well made, he can afford a few items on his tab.

"Well you must be good at solving problems then, it cannot be an easy title to give yourself. After all the world has a lot of problems." She gives a casual shrug before she continues. "I have a few friends, and even fewer I would trust at my back. I have family here as well, so I am not completely alone."

Crowley has posed:
"And you? Do you have problems? Or have you, like some, arranged your life into careful, orderly lines, unburdened by any particular cares?" That is, after all, what most people want, in Crowley's experience. To bring their life into a sort of equilibrium where they are capable of managing most of what life throws at them. There are reasons why what he does is not a particularly easy thing to do, as well. Most people have small wants, and most people won't sell their souls for small things.

Few friends, some family...she's not completely alone. He just files all these details as a matter of course. It might be a bit of a game for him, just trying to get to know the other person at the end of the bar. Or, as a salesman, he might simply take an interest in people, one way or another, as a matter of course.