14229/The Lady, a Prince, and a Queen.

The Lady, a Prince, and a Queen.
Date of Scene:	26 March 2022
Location:	The Blue Lady, Fort Joseph
Synopsis:	Thomas and Thea go up to his apartment for a tall glass of water and spend the rest of the night playing parchisi.
Cast of Characters:	Thomas Raith, Speedy (Queen)

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Thomas Raith has posed:
The Blue Lady is a rather popular hot spot, at least if you like Jazz music. Modeled after a 1920's Speak-easy with an eye to historical accuracy, the music is upbeat and sensual, the drinks are strong, the food is good. Women in short dresses go table to table selling expensive cigars. The line goes halfway around the block... Of course that is for normal people. Rank does have it's privlages and the Queen name would be more then enough to get right up to the door immediately. The Bouncer is an attractive Hispanic man carrying a pair of Tomahawks at his side. He would scan her ID, wand her with a metal detector, and allow her inside without that pesky wait.

Speedy (Queen) has posed:
Thea didn't pay much attention to lines. The fact that it had such a long line said something about the place she'd heard about. Strappy silver stiletto heels clicked against the cement as she walked up to the door, giving her name and pulling a sparkly silver clutch from the pocket of her coat, the ID is taken and scanned then waved inside. Slipping her coat off her shoulders to reveal a slinky sequence silver dress that was cut far too short, the dress was backless and only started at the curve of her hips. There wasn't much to wand over, but the bouncer was only doing his job and sure enough, she was clean. Bright red painted lips curled into a sly smile, winking at him before walking over to the coat check. The short bob of hair had been curled; she'd even gone as far as wearing a black band around her head with a diamond studded feather side piece. Clearly, she was trying to match the ambiance of the place. Coat ticket in hand, she slipped it into her clutch before walking further into the club, black eyeliner framed green eyes as they darted around the room for a place to sit.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Many people at least /try/ to fit the ambiance. It's easier for men of course. The tuxedo has changed very little since it's invention. For the women it's considerably more difficult, and it's obvious Thea nailed it. As she tries to find her place in the club, a voice comes from behind her. Soft and at the same time intense. Smooth as smoke over still water. "You come in looking like that, they might just want to put you on display." He says almost playfully.

Speedy (Queen) has posed:
Though the voice was surprising, it was not unnerving by any means. Thea's smile comes slow, "If you aren't going to dress to impress, is there a point?" Upon saying those words she twirls around on foot to face the voice that was speaking to her. Her eyes meet his first, but then she looks over his form and makes a showy display of opening her red lips and clicking her tongue in satisfaction, "Something you know something about, I'm sure." She says in a velvety compliment. Turning her head and looking back towards the bar, "Buy me drink?" she asks.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith is often referred to in the club simply as "the Man in White." And for good reason. He's wearing an antique White on white on white suit that still manages to look custom cut to his frame and sets off his long black hair and sapphire blue eyes perfectly. "And she is a mind reader too. I was just thinking the same thing." He says offering her his arm to walk the 15 feet to the bar. But rather then take the seat beside her and flag the bartender, he actually vaults over the bar with one hand and smirks slightly. "Now then," He says filling a shaker full of ice. "We start with orange juice... Kettle one vodka... Sloe Gin... Southern Comfort.." he tops the shaker and shakes vigorously, strains it into a tall glass, and then floats Galliano on top. A wicked smirk touching his lips as he slides it over. "You look like a girl who'd enjoy a Slow Comfortable Screw up against the wall."

Speedy (Queen) has posed:
Without hesitation, Thea takes the arm of the attractive stranger, with a short distance to the bar, she takes note of her surroundings. Those that are present around her, those that are looking in her direction as well as the direction of her current companion. The tone and feel of the mans muscles beneath her delicate touch of her forearm and fingers. When left to seat herself at the bar, while he jumps over bar with expertise. Sliding herself onto the stool, she slides one leg over the over to cross them, hiking the already short dress up just an inch or two higher. The small clutch purse is set on the bar, turning towards him, her eyes follow the ingredients that make up the cocktail. Resting her bent elbow on the bar, she rests her chin upon the fist she formed as she waits. "You too must be a mind reader." She says as the title of the cocktail is said and then slid over in her direction. Lifting the drink up to her lips to takes a tentative sip, lowering it away from her mouth to lick the top of her lip, "Mmm? a tasty choice. One of your favorites?"

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith smirks just a little bit, "Oh absolutely." He comments wryly, "Of course give anything a wicked name, and I enjoy it I think." he then takes a crystal decanter from behind the bar as well as a highball glass, fills the glass with ice and comes back around to the other side taking the seat next to her before filling the glass with the rich amber liquid. "You should know," He says casually. "I never kiss a woman until she tells me her name."

Speedy (Queen) has posed:
Thea laughs, "Just a bit presumptuous, aren't you?" Picking up her drink and sipping it for the second time, "First you decide on me drink and now you presume that I'm going to kiss you at some point in the night?" A song starts up and so she turns her head to look towards the Jazz players with an appreciative smile, her finger slowly circling the rim of her glass as she does so. Then she looks back and blinks at him, "I'm sorry, was you trying to ask me for my name?" sarcasm comes naturally to this one. "Thea Queen."

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith smirks just a little bit, "Maybe I was just trying to figure out how much you wanted to be kissed?" He returns playfully, sipping his own drink and smirking lightly. "As for being presumptuous, I prefer to decide what I want to happen, then do whatever it takes to make it so. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. Sometimes it doesn't work right away." He shrugs a little bit. "For instance, I think I'd rather like to have a dance with Thea Queen." He says amused.

Speedy (Queen) has posed:
"It just so happens" playing with her drink still, "That I like to dance." Then she turns her head towards him and says, "What kind of dance are we talking? I have been raised with many of styles of dance." Slowly she uncrosses her legs and then crosses them again in the other direction. Smiling at him with this dazzling smile of hers. Calling out, "Could I have a cherry?" Who was she talking to? Then she looks to the bartender that is actually on duty to deliver what she wants.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Yosa resembles Bruce willias in RED... if he also had an Eyepatch, what looks like talon like scars peeking out from it, and he barely ever talked. Thea's request gets a soft "Mmm." and he retrieves a small jar of cherries. He selects two with a pair of tongs and drops them on a little plate... hesitates.. then adds a third with a smile. Thomas smirks just a little bit, "Oh I love all sorts of dancing. Bodies moving together.. hearts racing."

Speedy (Queen) has posed:
Thea watches the eyepatch, the person beyond the eyepatch and still offers a smile at his gruff exterior. The plate is laid with two cherries, looking up at him she bats some falsie lashes she put on at him and dot another. Smiling further, before she picks up on of the cherries and slips it into her mouth. At this moment she looks back to Thomas. She sucks it clean and then pulls the stem out and places it on the plate that had been delivered to her. "That doesn't tell me anything. Who says hearts are racing by just a dance?"

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith smirks looking down at the knoted stem in his hand then reaches over and plucks one of her two remaining cherries from the plate. He pops it in his mouth, then a moment later pops in the stem she gave him. It takes him about thirty seconds but he then pulls out both stems one knotted around the other. "I can think of a good deal many ways to make a woman's heart race other then dancing." He says amused.

Speedy (Queen) has posed:
Glancing down at the stems tied up into a knot, Thea looks back at Thomas and smirks, "I'm sure you could. But so can many boys." Yes, she used the term boys on purpose. "Neat trick, but I've seen it before." Picking up her drink she downs it in one. Then to the eyepatch she looks, "A gin martini, dirty and two olives." Pushing her empty glass forward so that it can be taken away. A flirtation smile appears on her lips as she looks back to Thomas "You'll need much more than then that to empress me."

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith taps his lips, which are pulled into a long broad smile, with a single fingertip. "Now you see that does leave us with a conundrum." He says with a smile as Yosa brings the cloudy drink over and sets it beside her hand. "I mean after all, I might not want to show all my cards too soon." He considers, "Of course there is one little detail that amuses me." he says with a grin, "You're sitting here wondering, is this man even half as good as he thinks he is... which I am but that's another point altogether... and yet you still don't even know /my/ name."

Speedy (Queen) has posed:
The new drink is slid near her and Thea will give a smile again to the eyepatch. The gin martini is collected and circled around Thea's fingers before she looks back to her companion, waiting for the amusing part of this conversations, but when he does say it she laughs. Its short and soft. "I do not. That's for you to choose." She says, "If I man wants me to know his name, he will tell me. If y want me to know it, you would tell me. Or? He can just buy my drinks and we will slip away from one another into the night." There is a drink to her martini, before she ask, "Which are you?"

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith smirks a little bit and raises an eyebrow, a slight smirk and then he leans over and whispers "Thomas." in her ear. And that word... that faint touch of his lips agienst her flesh is pure electricty. Most men can't /kiss/ as well as Thomas manages to make that one word come across. His hand sliding into her's and it's even more potent. More powerful, and he adds "And I believe you were about to ask me for that dance."

Speedy (Queen) has posed:
Smirking when Thea hears the name, "Thomas." She says out loud even as her skin curls and tingles from the name alone. "Good to meet you." Picking up her drink she takes another from her martini, "Was I? Or were you asking me?" Feeling his hand slide into her own, but did it matter? Perhaps not? She slips up from her chair, "You better not be a bad dancer, I will be so disappointed in you." She murmurs as she walks to the dance floor.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith smirks a little bit. "Oh I am a fantastic dancer... I'm just better at other things." He says playfully, leading her out on the floor. The song is intense and firey. The sort that most people who lived through the age when this sort of music was popular would never admit to now. And as for Thomas he is strong and graceful. Almost supernaturally so. His every touch seeming to radiate those sparks.

Speedy (Queen) has posed:
Following him out to the floor, Thea was giving him a chance. The guy bought her a drink after all. Her arms wrap around him for the dance, but not only is he able to keep up, but he is able to leave her breathless. This was? unexpected. She grips him close and pants softly into his ear. Her dress rising as she bends or dips.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith's hands slide up and down her sides as they dance. Touching sometimes bare flesh and other times over her dress. Movements bold and precise as they move with slow sensuality. The woman on stage crooning the song but neither of them seeming to care about the lyrics so much as the intention. the meaning of the words. He lifts her high in the air by her waist, leaning her back in a deep dip and then "slowly lowering her back to the ground, dragging the entire length of her body past his mouth. Stopping with her feet a fraction of an inch off the floor as he whispers "What if I told you, that I'll only tell you my last name tomorrow...over breakfast?""

Speedy (Queen) has posed:
Thea has had many of dance lessons, she can keep up with what he puts down. Smiling all the while as he bends her body and wraps herself around him in the most exquisite dance. The feel of her hands over him brings trimmers and shivers, there is no doubt. "What is I told you I didn't care what your last name was? Would I be one of the few?"

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith smirks a little bit, his face right near her face so that when he speaks this time each word is almost a small kiss all of it's own. "Then I guess we'll have to eat our pancakes in silence." He says wickely. His eyes seeming perhaps a little paler under the hot lights of the dance floor.

Speedy (Queen) has posed:
"I like French toast toast" Thea challenges, and smiles, her lips so close to his and brushing breaths apart from them. His eyes changing color and even as she meets them. A grin on her lips even as her leg is up and pressing against his right hip, the dance is leading them into the most sensual places.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith smirks just a bit, "I do adore a woman who knows exactlly what she wants and is willing to take it." He says, reaching down and hooking that leg with his hand, pulling her agienst him lightly, onece, twice, three times... thier crotches bumping into each other in a simulation of something other then dancing.

Speedy (Queen) has posed:
"Then you will adore me" Thea whispers, as she is someone that always knows exactly what she wants even if its good or bad. The leg is hook around him and she grins at ever hump that he presses against her with a small moan. Were they dancing anymore? She would think so. "Excuse me, I think I'm parched."

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith doesn't release her right away though, letting her leg lower but still holding her close. "I have a selection upstairs. It's a bit smaller but also a great deal more... Quenching... If you'd like to try a sample." He offers, his words transmitting wickedness with every syllable.

Speedy (Queen) has posed:
"Do you?"" Thea asks, "What kind of selection?" Her mouth was quenched for more. Even as she says it, her body straightens and her lick lip together in thirst.

Thomas Raith has posed:
"Why don't you come let me show you." He says hotly, Hunger in his tone and desire in his eyes. Eyes that looked like Saphires when they met yet now more closely resemble the sky on a clear spring day.

Speedy (Queen) has posed:
"Show me?" That sound so very serious. Thea murmurs. "I suppose you could show me."

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith smirks just a little bit and then holding her hand moves her off the dance floor, heading not to the bar, but towards the doors marked VIP Lounge and Private Office. Past the massive bouncer who doesn't even blink at their passing.