6237/1 1/2 vampires...

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1 1/2 vampires...
Date of Scene: 20 January 2019
Location: New York City
Synopsis: Summary needed
Cast of Characters: Morrigan MacIntyre, Thomas Raith




Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan's sitting at the bar of the Blue Lady with a glass of Jameson's looking like she might be getting ready to order a second. There's definitely not any other Doctor's in the house, unless they're undercover as a bartender or as weapons specialists. Which that one seems to have disappeared. She gives a look to her watch and there's a bit of a sigh, "I own a cellphone and people still feel the need not to text me if they change their minds." the redhead sighs softly as she knocks back another drink of the whiskey.

Thomas Raith has posed:
"Well any lady that would stand you up is rude beyond belief. It has to be a lady though, because if it was a man he is also an idiot." The voice comes from a bit down the bar. The man is...well he's pretty. Not handsome in the classical sense but closer to beautiful. Beside him is a crystal decanter with what is likely the same amber liquid that is in the highball glass in his hand. He glances up at the bartender and says "Yosa, the lady's glass appears to have a hole in the bottom, fill it back up for her would you?" the bartender just "Mmm"'s and does so as the man offers his hand, "I'm Thomas Raith. I own the Blue Lady."

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan gives a look to the side at those words and there's a bit of a sheepish look, "Ah, yeah, it's one of my female associates. They wanted to meet here. Said that I'd find the club atomosphere soothing." she smiles to that. "And plenty of men have stood me up. Not something that bothers me at this point in my life." she muses a bit. "Thank you for the refill." she dips her head to that. Then there's a moment she hesitates before reaching to take his hand and shake it in greeting, "It's nice to meet you, Mister Raith, you have a lovely place here." she tells him. "I'm Doctor Morrigan MacIntyre. I was supposed to meet someone here to talk about a case, but I think she got lost in her work again." she chuckles.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Shaking Thomas' hand is very...pleasant. Relaxing, soothing almost. The man's blue eyes twinkle slightly as he sips his own drink. "I'm very proud of it myself, thank you." He says with a smile, as if a lord taking in the splender of his own domain. "Well since it offends all of my sensibilities to see a beautiful woman drinking alone, would you mind if I joined you? Just until your friend arrives of course. I'm sure a couple of doctors have things to discuss that would be far over my head to even begin to comprehend."

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan gives a smile to him, one of those rare genuine ones of hers, "It's no problem." she tells him quietly. Then there's a laugh, "No, I don't mind if you join me. I was expecting you to be drinking with someone else already." she admits. "And it's nothing that serious. She just has some information on my mother and I've been waiting to get ahold of it. So I'm a bit unsure on why she's running late." she states.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith ahhs slightly and nods. "I can imagine you're anxious then." He says with a smile, moving down a barstool to sit next to her. "I lost my mother when I was very young, and I would give anything to know more about her." He glances at the bar's menu as if he didn't have it already memorized, placing an order for Calamari Giardiniera for himself and raising an eyebrow to her as if to ask if she'd like something as well, at his treat.

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan gives a nod to that, "That's one way to put it, yes." she tells him with a light laugh. Then there's a softening of her eyes as he talks on losing his own mother when he was young. "My mother committed suicide when I was about a year old from what I was told and my family here did not want to raise me due to things." she admits. "So I guess this is one way to figure things out." she looks into the glass of whiskey. Then there's a look to Thomas and a smile, "Nothing for me, thank you though." she tells him. "How...did you lose your mother? Or is that better not asked?" she whispers.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith shrugs a bit, "My father was, well /is/ I suppose, an abusive bastard. She escaped him when I was about four or five. Met another man, got married. Then died during childbirth." He offers a bit of a lopsided smile, "It took me close to ten years to find all that out so far. I apparently have a half brother in Bludhaven. He's a private detective. Not sure how to approach that."

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan gives a bit of a frown when he speaks of his father. Maybe she was afraid that her father was going to turn out like his. "I'm sorry about your mother passing. And that you didn't get to know her more." she tells him. "My adoptive parents are wonderful, but I was a bit of a special needs case growing up. So I'm glad they dealt with me." she muses. "A half brother that's a private detective? Wonder if he'd be up for a job with finding someone who is for all accounts a ghost from what I can find." she muses. "Have you met him?" she asks.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith's eyes look sheepish and he almost blushes. "We..We've met... but I didn't have the nerve to tell him who I was or that we were related. It was kind of awkward since at the time I was, completely unknowingly at the time mind you, putting the moves on his girlfriend." He gives that grin that almost says "I was a very naughty boy."

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan gives a look to him and there's a laugh, "You do seem like the sort of guy who is pretty enough to get away with putting the moves on someones girlfriend while they are standing there." she admits. "No offense. You are aware that you are good looking I'm sure." she muses. "But maybe try talking to him...minus the hitting on his girlfriend." she winks at him. "Or don't take my advice, I'm a stick in the mud sometimes." she chuckles.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith shrugs slightly, "Well he wasn't /there/ when I was flirting with her exactly, I mean he didn't arrive till... Well until things were progressing nicely is how I'll put it. And she didn't tell me that she /had/ a boyfriend either." Not that knowing she had /a/ boyfriend would have stopped him most likely. "It's just... how do you bring that up. Unlike me he doesn't even know he /has/ a brother."

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan sips on her whiskey as he explains and there's an 'ah' as he reaches the last part, "There lies that huge hurdle." she states. "Do you think he'd look at you like you had two heads if you even broached the subject?" she asks him. "I'd love to know if I had siblings really." she admits. Ones that were not like her father at least.

Thomas Raith has posed:
"I--Don't know. He answers honestly and sighs, "I mean at least I got five years with my mother. I can remember her face. Can remember her smell.. She died giving birth to Harry. So he's likely as desperate for anything I can tell him about her. But then that just seems self serving, you know what I mean?

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan gives a look to him and there's a moment she thinks on things and there's a soft nod to him, "Think about it for a bit, see if it is something you'd like to take a gamble on. You might come out pleasantly surprised." she tells him with a soft smile. "Or he could think you're a complete lunatic. But hopefully that's not the case." she adds. "Sometimes self serving isn't the worst thing in the world, Mister Raith." she admits.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith grins a bit, and some of that wickedness comes back to his eyes, "Oh I can be very self serving," He reaches out and strokes her hand with his own. "Selfish," there is something in his touch, powerfully sensual. Some men can't /kiss/ as well as Thomas Raith strokes a woman's hand. "In fact I'm not sure I have any redeeming moral virtues whatsoever."

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan catches that wicked look in his eye and there's a bit of a chuckle, but the stroke of his hand makes her closer her eyes and shiver. Then she opens them again, "Well, if you have any redeeming virtues someone will have to pull them up sometime." she tells him with a chuckle. "That hand trick is super cheaty though." she muses to him.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith gives her a looks and looks down at his fingertips and shrugs just a little bit, though he doesn't look even the slightest bit off put about getting "caught" as it were. "You should see what I can do with a kiss," he offers, somewhat challengingly.

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan gives a look to his hands and there's a bit of a smile to that, "They're magical I'm sure of it." she tells him. The offer of the kiss, however challenging though makes her eyebrow quirk up and there's a softer smile, "Mister Raith, as gorgeous as you are and as often as I am not being kissed, I still can't go around kissing a man I've just met. Even if I'm sure I'd see stars." she chuckles.

Thomas Raith has posed:
"Stars? My dear you'd see galaxies die and be born." He promises in a wicked tone. He glances at the stage and the music changes to something a bit slower. The man tilts his head a bit and then asks, "well can your reputation survive a dance then?" he asks playfully.

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan actually blushes a bit, "Well, I didn't mean to offend." she chuckles to him. She gives a look over to the stage and then back to Thomas and there's a bit of a smile, "I think my reputation can survive a dance, yes." she tells him. "I'll let you lead." she adds to that.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith slides off the stool. He's rather tall, well over six feet tall. He extends his hand to her to lead her out on the mostly deserted dance floor. He's every bit as graceful as appearances might make one believe, his body moving with the silken grace of a panther as he says, "Now, where were we..."

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan slides off of her bar stool and there's a smile to him as she slips her hand into his, she's a little bit over average height, but not an amazon. She gives a smile to him, "We were at the part where I'm going to make a fool of myself at any moment trying to dance." she muses to him quietly.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith grins a bit and looks around at the club, moving slowly with her in time to the music. "Oh, I don't think you're going to do that. And if you do...well who cares. Life is too short to not enjoy every moment of it just because we're worried about not looking perfect." Which is easy to say from a guy who does look perfect, but eh..

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan gives a smile to him as they dance, "I was mostly joking. I dance at benefits at things. Just not with men like you." she tells him. Men like you meaning perfect ones. "So what do you like to do for fun? Or is being wicked what you do for fun all the time?" she teases him.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith grins a bit, "Well I mean it's both my hobby and my passion.." He says playfully, then with a grin adds, "I don't share my /true/ passions, with someone I just met after all. What sort of man do you think I am?" he asks in a playful tone. "And just for the record, I can promise you.." And he leans in to whisper the last words in her ear, like a caress agienst the skin, "There aren't many men like me..

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan gives a a look to his eyes and there's a bit of a smile, "I think owning a jazz club and being handsome it will work for you." she chuckles to that. Then there's a blush as he talks about things. Though his whisper makes her blush, "I will keep that in mind should I ever be in search of a man that is unlike any." she grins.

Thomas Raith has posed:
"Or just looking for a pleasant way to spend an evening making a mistake you wont be able to bring yourself to regret the next day." He says in a tone full of sensuous promise, The fingers tracing near her spine seeming to want to show her how few regrets he'd leave her with. What is it they used to say about dancing? A Vertical expression of..

Morrigan MacIntyre has posed:
Morrigan chuckles softly, "I've never been a fan of one night stands, just too many things to have to explain and I'm too much of a worry wart." she admits. "Though if I decide to toss those idelas out the window I will call you first." she tells him with a laugh. Though the trace of his fingers near her spine make her shiver with excitement and she's quickly thinking about throwing out those ideals right this instant! Her phone rings. She gives a soft sigh, "I...I should take that." she breathes. "In case it's my friend." she adds in a bit of a annoyed tone.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith nods and steps back, giving her a bit of space and carefully guiding her off the side of the dance floor so as to not get in the way of anyone else dancing. He has an amused look, not at all seemingly put off by the fact that the ill timed phone call put the kybosh to what would seem to have been going quite well for him.