01-07-2013, 01:25 AM
Mischief laughed and shook his head "There's dancing anywhere you want to go, beautiful." He was almost sure by her innocence that the girl was simple, but her eyes were far to sharp for that. They weaved their way through the streets to the Silver district when Genna chimed in again about the cobblestones. He couldn't hold in a snarky laugh at her enthusiasm for the change in paving style and looked at her disbelievingly. "Where have you been to not notice that? Each of the districts has their own road managers, doll, so they have their own style to suit the wishes of the wigs that run them. Silver district is pretty flashy but you should some Gold and Platinum...you'd swear they have nothing better to spend their money on... like the plague doesn't won't bleeding bother them."
He opened the door to the drinking hall and gestured them to head inside toward the music that plucked itself off of the player-piano. The mint colored wall coverings took the edge off of the warmth of the room, made apparent by the ruddy faces of those enjoying their drinks, friends and dances. It was a lovely place, much nicer than the place they had left, but not nearly as lively. Mischief followed the ladies in the door, tugging at his lapels to ensure they were straight and would lay flat against his chest while they approached the bar. "Vermouth, three glasses of it for these two angels and myself." he called to the barkeeper who didn't look impressed at all by him. The last time Mischief had made an appearance there two bottles of whiskey went missing... and so did the barkeeper's daughter. To Mischief's credit she returned to her family before the night was over with a bright red hand... and he returned home with a bright red mark on his face.
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