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riverviewlogs2017-11-11 09:52 pm
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realimperfect) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-11-11 09:52 pm
#blessed
[ Re-L's used to that reaction when people first meet her. It's funny, in a way, that she'd never even thought twice about her height until she'd arrived in Riverview. In Romdeau they were all sort of tall like this - though, really, Re-L had been taller than most of her fellow citizens, just not by as much of a margin as many of the people she'd met here. Thankfully there are others around the tower her, even in her typical (small) heels, which makes it a little less glaring how tall she is.
Still, Bryn hops down off her stool and Re-L shrugs black clad shoulders, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear as that typical half-smirk works its way across her face. ]
Re-L Mayer. [ An easy enough introduction, and she nods to the bar tender as he swings by, of course recognizing her from her visits after work for a glass of red and some time to read as she gracefully slides on to the bar stool, back rod straight as always - ]
Not the usual to start with tonight, but thank you. I'm at her mercy tonight for the first round I think.
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Instead, she notes that Re-L is as familiar with the bartender as she is, and apparently not inclined to slouch on her bar stool like a certain someone sitting next to her.]
I'm not enough of a control-freak to try to have a say in what you have to drink. What's your usual? Maybe I'll try it too.
[Bryn only forces drinks of her choosing on people she knows well enough to cheerfully bully.]
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[ At the very least, Re-L's general impatience has improved with her time away from her home world. Slowly but surely, but the change in demeanor probably wouldn't be remarkable to anyone other than Vincent Law, who wasn't currently in the Quarantine. Technically it would be an improvement that would have been looked upon well in her home world, though.. Re-L wouldn't claim it. Slouching is a talent not yet learned, the art of sitting up straight a well learned lesson from all her time in who knew how many etiquette classes so that she couldn't possibly embarrass anyone.
... Well, not on purpose anyway. ]
I usually start with a glass of red wine.. [ Blue eyes shift to the waiting bartender, a pale hand waving toward the bottles on the bar - ] Are there two glasses in the bottle?
[ The bar tender confirms that there are, already pouring hers before he turns to Bryn to see if she'd like one too. ]
If you don't like your wine dry I'd avoid this one, as a note.
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[Besides, to Bryn, wine is the sort of drink that people share together. A bottle. There's a sort of community feel to it and that's exactly what Bryn is after. So she nods to the bartender with a smile.]
Wine sounds great, pour me a glass also.
[The bartender obliges her then leaves the pair to themselves. Bryn looks over to Re-L then, glass in hand, and flashes the other woman a smile.]
I don't tend to drink a lot of wine in general and I ought to, honestly. Good for the heart and all of that.
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Not a bad way to frame things.. [ Re-L could stand to do the same and had been.. slowly, but surely, working on it. Riverview had a way with breaking down a lot of barriers that she might not have otherwise needed to cross at a moment's notice, but most of her resistance had been a futile set of movements in the end. Uncomfortable, but not bad, persay.
As long as this doesn't end in Bryn ugly crying and hugging a bottle of wine like Jim not too long ago, Re-L may well survive this encounter. That had been a self inflicted exercise that she may never, ever, repeat again in however long she lived after this.
Re-L accepts the glass with a little nod of thanks and a small toasting motion, sitting back even as she took a sip from her glass. ]
Mmn.. My doctor had a habit of touting that whenever he asked for it, and I guess if two universes say it's right, then it is. [ Leave it to Daedalus to have to justify a glass of wine, though. Instinctively Re-L takes a look around the bar, as if gauging who's in attendance tonight, before focusing back on Bryn. It's habit, more than anything - an inspector was a people watcher by practice. ]
Incidentally, wine is also a good way to have a grown man ugly cry on your couch if you wanted it, too. Not very pleasant to watch, but the laugh at his hangover in the morning is definitely worth the discomfort of the night before.
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I'm going to have to insist on details, and doubly so if it's one of our mutual friends.
[She lifts her glass to take an experimental sip, holding it in her mouth and testing the flavor on her tongue before swallowing it down.]
I solemnly swear I won't share the story with anyone else unless I have permission to give them a hard time about it later.