The main casking area of the winery is vast and open. Sitting areas are interspaced, the furniture antique and Mediterranean in aspect, in some ways Arabic. The main area is in the center of the living room--a gathering of comfortable chairs, the cushions the color of aged ivory, arranged upon a Moorish rug.
     A small mahogany table sits between the chairs and sofas there. There is a small Moorish fountain just to the east of this area, with its immortal stream of clear water. Other smaller sitting areas are gathered here and there. The wall opposite to the entrance has seven windows, all facing the forest view of the del Cielo surroundings, and two wide glass doors lead to the veranda and its sylvan scape. These are uncovered only in the darkest point of night, and the light of uninhibited stars fill the room. The floor is wood-paneled, also mahogany. The walls are of the same pale stone as the body of the winery entire--villa like. Upon the walls, works of Leonardo and Raphael, but the artwork here is sparse.
     Around the walls stand a few casks, upon their sides. The wood seems to hold well, whatever their contents on hold until such time is appropriate. One cask seems tapped, perhaps a house wine for visitors to enjoy, a few glasses nearby, sparkling in any level of light. A few bottles are stacked in racks in a far corner, rather dusty and seemingly undisturbed in their patient wait.

     The doors to the winery open, parting for two. And the two that would enter, one of whom would seem familiar....but the woman on his arm, a slight woman with the sandy features of the desert, she would not be one see in New Port before. She entered with her arm laced around William's, but upon slipping into the winery itself, she lets go, and glances around. "Ah, dear William. I am impressed." It is mutters softly to the man. For more then just the appearance of the room, for other reasons that lie between herself and him. Thick Spanish, is the accent. But touched with something else. Middle eastern. It is a smooth combination. And then she notices...that they are not the first to arrive. Joan raises her brow at Orlock, and makes soft strides towards him, "Ah, Senior....I am sorry we were late in getting here and were not present to receive you."

     William moves in a languid way, pausing only slightly with the woman on his arm as she mentions the Winery. He gives a glance about, as if to feel similarly impressed. His gaze is kinetic...bright and brilliant and of two colors intermixing -- blue and violet. But he seems to take it casually in. He lives here, he has seen it a thousand times. "I am glad it pleases," he murmurs, his baritone voice quiet. The accent upon it pulling noticeably. Southern French. In William's glance about, he sees Orlock. "Justin," is spoken with a nod, even as William half-turns, stepping away to find a seat. And seeing who else might be within already.

     Orlock is kneeled down in front of one of the barrels considering what is on-tap for the kindred's drinking pleasure, "Oh that's quite alright.. I was just seeing what Ian's provided for us to get good and schnuckered on....." he stands up and dusts himself off. A nod is cast William-ward and a polite bow to the young lady. "Greetings Seniorita." he says, perfectly accenty voice, "Justin Orlock at your service."

     She lets William go and find his seat, while her own soft and gentle footsteps pull her on towards the man before the wine casket. It is a soft smile of greeting that she offers him, as soft as the deep brown of her gaze resting upon him. "Joan Rameriz...here on vacation from Barcelona." She offers him a slender hand, "Good to meet you."

     A hand is offered to the Joan from Barcelona as she approaches, "Oh well since I haven't seen you around I'll guess I should welcome you to New Port as I'm sure Ian and William." He looks over to William, "Ok so who brought twister?"

     Joan chuckles softly at that, and nods her head. "Si, William and Ian have been most kind to me since I have arrived. I'm sure the old Englishman is going to kick himself for having missed this event." The hand is shaken, and then let go as her brown eyes are shifted over to William, the seat he went looking for. "Speaking of which, William...can I get you something?"

     William's way is distracted by the fountain and stops and stands there. Eyes upon the water. His expression? More placid than blank. A stand of clear water waiting some ripple of emotion. "Twister?" It takes a moment for that to sink in, and William's gaze lifts from the rising and falling water to light upon Justin. A brow is raised. And he appears not to have a single idea of what that could possibly be. Before utterly falling into the thought-abyss of distraction that the twister question poses, William shifts his gaze to Joan. "Le Bello..." It goes well with opium.

     Blinks at Joan's word, "Ian carries on about how proud he is of this winery like it's one of his children and he's missing it?" His train of thought gets interrupted when he notices Kahli, "Oh hey there..." he says to another apparent newcomer, though he's sure she's there for a reason, "Join the party and get toasted." he says waving the young woman over. Eye's shift over to William briefly but he doesn't look at him. Merely mumbles, "Prince of San Fran during the sexual revolution and plays dumb at the mention of Twister.... hrmph"

     "Le Bello it is." Joan says, pleasant enough, words falling easily from her lips. Either she has not yet noticed the apparent condition that her escort is in, or she is choosing to ignore it. Easy strides take her over to where glasses rest, and two are selected. When her eyes rise, she notices that there is yet another who has seemed to have quietly entered. Her attention drawn to Kahli with Orlock's words. "Yes, please do. There is an amazing variety of drinks available here this eve." The question about Ian? Perhaps forgotten in her own motions and thoughts. Or perhaps left hanging there on purpose.

     The door to the winery opens slowly as a young woman slips into the room, her Burgundy velvet dress swirling around her legs, glancing up at the greeting, Kalhi smiles at Orlock As William looks away from Joan, her answer given, once again indigo eyes land upon the rising and falling water. And past that to a face that seems familiar. But whose name he cannot place. It is to Kalhi, William looks. And there is a hint of a smile -- polite -- held in the gaze. He turns away after another moment. "I prefer the term: No Comment. Justin," comes the mull of William's voice. Ian. Yes he will be missing the party. But William just glosses right over that. He turns to Joan, a hand reaching out for the drink. "I can't drink the Eleanor without feeling like I should be in a Greek play somewhere..." Dry, dry humor. But god love him, he's trying.

     Kalhi glides silently in to the room, glancing in appreciation at the fine appointments it has to offer. She approaches William with her hand outstretched, it is good to see you again, I apologize for being late.

     A lone figure completely wrapped in black velvet steps into the room. At first, she makes no move further inside, taking in everyone and everything within. Instead, she remains just to the side of the door.

     Kalhi glances over at the newcomer, momentarily distracted, but her attention soon returns to William

     Orlock is dressed much like he always is.. but well... there really isn't any place to shower between here and the sewers so one makes do. Another nod to Kahli and he goes to find a place to sit, "Damn. I brought my little travel chess board too....." he turns to notice the shape hovering in the door and gives a nod. Then his train of thought continues, "So where is Ian anyway?" To anyone who has met the silent one near the door, they would know that her name is Scarlet. Seeing Orlock's nod, she returns it smoothly. No smile is offered, her expression remaining passive.

     And the humor exchanged brings a soft smile upon Joan's lips. With steps that bring her almost at a slight glide, she makes her way over to the caskets, eyes scanning the labels...looking for the Le Bello. And once it is found, both of her glasses are filled from the tap. Eyes dart over to the door, to the woman who just entered, but she doesn't make to greet her just yet. Instead, just a simple nod of her head is offered to her for the moment, as she turns to make her way back over towards William. "No comment, hrm? Well, I suppose we should wait and see after you have a few glasses of wine?" And as promised...one of the glasses is held out to him. Did someone say something about Ian?

     William reaches forward, taking Kalhi's hand. More a squeezing of her fingers with his own than a true handshake. Something more European, and not necessarily from this century. That should, of course, be no surprise. "It is good to see you," he replies quietly, "and ...you were not late. You were on time the moment you arrived." There is a slight pull of his lips upward at that. As Joan approaches him, William sets Kalhi's hand free and reaches again for the wine, finding it this time. "Ah, I'll have to drink Flagrante if you want confessions out of me."

     Scarlet chooses to remain by the door, but Joan's nod is certainly not missed. It is replied with a simple nod of her own.

     Kalhi smiles in response, and watches Joan return with two wineglasses, admiring her innate grace, she turns to her and holds out her hand in greeting "Hello, I am Kalhi Monteblanc..."

     William turns toward the sound of another entrance, the arrival of another. This...a new face. And so William is distracted momentary. The newness. He does not know her name. In his condition and with her demeanor, he may never. But he does not seem troubled by the mystery of it. His indigo gaze flickers violet with...curiosity? He nods, but that is all. The distraction of wine is the next that captures his attention. Le Bello. He wanders back to the fountain, taking a seat nearby even as he takes the first sip.

     Question dodged? hrm.. curious..... Orlock shrugs it off though. and slides his hands into his pockets and he goes to fetch himself something red and dry from one of the taps. He's not sure what that would be but he guesses as best he can. Wine in hand he walks over to the alcove.. intent on quietly enjoying his drink... fading into the background maybe?

     "You don't say, dear William?" Joan asks with a slight raise of her brow. A slight grin flickers across her lips. And her brow eyes? They are for the old Norman himself, and him only, as she watches him take the glass. "Well, perhaps some other night, then." And as William turns away, her own gaze moves from him. To the woman standing near, Kalhi. The hand offered is taken, slender fingers offering it a shake. "Joan Rameriz, visiting here from Barcelona. It is good to meet you." Orlock sits down at An alcove.

     William's nod towards the stranger at the door is acknowledged as Scarlet smoothly returns it. Even if any interest was there, she does not show it....expression still passive and pale.

     Kalhi grins in response, "Pleasure to meet you 'Joan from Barcelona'", she curtsies slightly, a vague reminder of a time long since past, "I will take my leave to try some of this wine Ian is so proud of"

     William is torn between looking at the fountain and looking at the wine. He opts for the wine at the moment, staring at the red of it. Another sip. "Well he should be proud," he murmurs. Perhaps it carries enough to be heard over the water and other conversations. Perhaps not. And William, not unlike another here, seems to be...observing more than participating...

     "Oh, well, please, help yourself." Joan offers, raising her own glass to her lips for a slow and careful taste. Over the rim of the glass, her eyes start to wander once again. Over to the one still at the door. "There's plenty of good stuff to be had...and if you will excuse me for a moment..." The glass is finally lowered, and with that, She starts to drift from Kahli to the woman still standing there, watching passively at the door.

     Kalhi acknowledges William's comment with a small smile as she wanders away from the couple, wanting to leave William to his obvious introspection, she approaches the casks with reverence, looking for a full bodied Burgundy to suit her mood

     Scarlet doesn't even move, though her eyes track Joan's movement across the room towards her. Her head inclines only slightly to the woman as she approaches....and still says nothing.

     Reginald slips into the room, pausing at the doorway to look around.

     Even as Joan makes her way across the floor, wine glass in hand, towards the door and where the woman in black stands, it opens once again. Her eyes dance briefly over them both, a slight smile resting on her deep bronze lips. "Good evening Senior...Senorita..." She offers to the woman. "Please, come in, make yourself at home..."

     Kalhi glances up from her perusal of the wine, over to the new arrival, acknowledging him with a nod, her gaze slips to the Woman in Black, her silver grey eyes taking in details, some curiosity darkening the colour to pewter.

     There comes a settling of William in the chair that holds him. And not unlike the Medieval prince he was, he has a seat by the fountain...is sipping wine...and glancing over the proceedings. His demeanor is somewhat ...distracted? Detached? He seems both here and not here at the same time. Just as he seems both Modern and Not simultaneously. He inclines his head, indigo eyes scanning about. He sees Reginald and he gives a nod. An archaic smile of greeting. And then he turns away. Another look to Kalhi. Another to Justin. And then again to the fountain and the wine. "The flagrante is very good, Kalhi," he murmurs. "I think you will like it."

     Nodding with a bit of a bow to the woman who greets her, Scarlet says smoothly, "Thank you for your welcome....I felt it would be rude of me just to storm into a place where I am a stranger to most. I am Scarlet....here on behalf of Gabriel Cruz." The name should be familiar to many here...and should fill in some of the blanks, no doubt.

     "Ah, a pity Gabriel could not be here," William murmurs. It seems genuine, though not overly warm it is quite polite. His gaze follows his voice, resting upon Scarlet. "A pleasure to meet you," he offers. "William Plantagenet..." Here on behalf of the fist-ton of opium he has smoked but he doesn't voice this.

     The name, perhaps, is meant to be familiar...but the woman who seems to have assumed the roll of host of the party is not one who would be recognized from any time before. There is nothing familiar about the smooth Spanish accent, old World for sure, that slips off of her lips as she speaks. And even thought she has said it many times before....there is something about the air of formality around the woman in black that she can both recognize and respect. "Joan Rameriz. Clan Ventrue from Barcelona. It is a pleasure....please, enjoy."

     Kalhi tears her gaze away from the mysterious woman who is so fascinating, at the sound of William's voice. She glances in his direction and grins in response, "that sounds perfect, Thank you," she finds the correct cask and pours a glass of the vibrant red wine

     A phone rings. Reg frowns and flips open his phone. A few mumbled words. Well, he hadn't quite started to feel comfortable yet, anyway. He returns William's nod and turns around, hanging up the phone.

     Reginald pushes the door and leaves the winery, leaves blowing at his feet.

     Quietly in the alcove a lone, quiet figure enjoys something red and dry... Never was he one to be gifted at small talk so he slowly phases out, letting the more social of the nightstalkers perform the task most of them were meant for. Him? One Justin Orlock merely finishes his wine.

     "A pleasure, Miss Rameriz...and, ah, how rude of me....Scarlet, Clan Tremere." No last name is offered. Hearing other words being spoken to her, her pale green eyes slowly move from Joan to William, taking him in more fully this time. Nodding and offering a polite bow to William now, Scarlet says smoothly, "I do not know if Gabriel will be here or not....he had business elsewhere tonight. He might show up yet."

     William is sitting in a chair near the arabic fountain. A glass of red wine in his hands. His expression is placid...as if waiting upon emotions to cross it, like light over a stone. Like a surveying lord. His dark coat is still on, and is cloak-like upon him. His eyes are kinetic and bright. And do not remain fixed upon one thing...or one person...for very long. He and Justin could be bookends. In some ways.

     Enter the newest party goer to step onto the grounds of the ranch, and into the throng of undead in the winery. The towns finest, oldest and brightest have obviously turned out this night. The eyes scan the crowd, setting momentarily on each... perhaps lingering a moment longer on William and Ian. A slight frown crosses the face as Kylandre du Saint-Denis obviously does not find the one he was hoping to see this night.

     "We can only hope, si?" Joan asks, raising her brow slightly as the doors she stands so near to...those that lead in and out of the winery, are opened once again. Held gently in her fingers is a glass of red wine...and it is raised to her lips as she turns her attention to see who might be entering now. The man who came and left? She pretends not even to notice.

     Indigo flickers as eyes shift toward the sound of the doors opening yet again. And finding Kyle ...Kylandre... standing there. There is neither smile, nor frown. The expression is placid...like the marble visage of a cathedral's seraph, sitting back waiting for some fall of Man. William lifts his glass and takes a sip, his gaze moving away.

     Kalhi ever interested in the foibles of her own kind, steps into shadows, where she is most comfortable, taking on the role of observer, absorbed in watching the dim light play in the depths of the blood red wine, smiling at the irony of her words she sips the wine,
savoring the flavors.

     "Welcome to Rancho del Cielo." Comes the smooth voice, rolling easily off of the woman's lips. Joan's apparent next target as she makes her way around the room? The raven haired gentleman that just arrived. No, she would not be anyone he would be looking for, as his gaze makes it's way around the room. But with a warm grace, a slight smile on her lips, she seems to have taken over the duties of hosting the little affair. After all, not everyone can be watching everyone else.

     Crystal blues run over she who looks toward the door, and a nod of greeting is offered in return by Kyle. A drink. Yes, a drink would be best. And the lithe form moves from the doorway to the cask, the scrutiny of WIlliam is not missed however, but instead, it is perhaps noticed that one wishes it were.

     Pale green eyes flicker between Kyle and William, but Scarlet says nothing, merely moving along a wall, away from the doorway.

     Kalhi glances to Scarlet as she glides along the wall, watching the play of tension among some of the guests

     He is stopped on his way to the cask by the warm greeting issuing forth from the sandy haired lady. He turns, expression calm, smooth, and then the smile breaks, charming. 'Good evening mademoiselle. A pleasure to make your acquaintance.' a small bow and a soft lilting Parisian accent colors his words. 'Who might I have the honor of addressing?'

     William takes a breath and it is held for a moment, even as his gaze turns toward Orlock. "Meditating?" he murmurs, voice heard above the streaming water at his side. And the first glass of Le Bello is finished. William rises after a moment, a fluid...graceful motion. He moves to the casks. Tempted by the Flagrante, as always...but he stops there...glancing over the ...options... You stand and leave Near the fountain.

     Kyle does not seem to be his usual either. He too is quite. The California boy does not seem to be in attendance tonight... but instead the quiet, reserved Parisian. Any discomfort from your gaze, apparently is his own.

     The smile on the woman's face radiates, perhaps as much as the golden hue that is brushed against her features. "Joan Rameriz, senior. It is my pleasure, of course. A slight gesture is made to the wine caskets. "I'm glad you were able to join us this evening. The wine is quite good."

     Orlock blinks and then nods to William, "Something like that yeah..." he steps out of the cove long enough to set down his glass somewhere then slowly retreats back into it's shadowed recesses......

     'Merci, mademoiselle. Kylandre du Saint-Denis' ANother slight bow and words colored by that soft lilting accent, but then it is gone... the native Californian of his second home in it's place. 'Kyle to my friends.... of which I certainly hope to add you to the list' The smile again, and this time the hand that proffers toward the casks is taken and quickly raised to lips, it's back touched gently, then released again,

     William but nods to Orlock. His gaze flickers again, askance to light upon Kalhi again, and then the others. Scarlet. Kyle -- briefly. And lastly, Joan. And the intensity he is known for...this shows itself now, as William takes a moment to walk about. Sipping at the wine named for his mother, grown in the vineyards still...over which she once gazed out of the windows of his Chinon.

     As Joan takes the lead in conversations here and there, William seems content to sit quietly and drink the wine. To look upon the faces of those who have come. Wonder upon those who have not.

     Scarlet finds a spot a little bit away from the rest of the group and leans against the wall. She is indeed the stranger here, so why intrude? Her eyes continually flicker around the room, just seeming content to...just watch.

     Her hand released, Joan tilts her glass slightly over to Kyle, and then raises it to her lips, taking a slight sip. But her brown gaze never leaves the man over it's rim. And when the crystal is lowered once again...." Ah, perhaps we can be so lucky, si? It seems I might be staying in New Port for a bit. Can I..." Her voice drifts for a moment, as she can feel that intense gaze upon her from the Norman....even if it can not been seen. "...get you something, perhaps?"

     "You should try the Eleanor, Kylandre." She was nearly your mother afterall, but this William does not say. He settles back in his chair, the glass of Eleanor's Ridge resting upon a leathered thigh. He seems to sit by with a casual ease. Unconcerned. Unbothered. William's voice is quiet and even, heavily accented...southern French.

     Maybe you just notice it in passing, or maybe you've noticed several times and just didn't have time to note it noggin side but currently.... the alcove is bare. Wasn't Orlock there just a second ago? He must've slipped out for a moment.....

     Kyle smiles as the words flow from William's lips. 'Very well then... the Eleanor it shall be.' He looks toward William quickly, a small smile offered, then back top his gracious hostess. 'WOuld you be so kind?'

     Kyle walks to the tap and fills a glass with Eleanor's Ridge.

     Her gaze settles on William for a moment. Drinking in the sight of him there, within his chair. The stance of the old Knight, the drink in his hand. It might even appear that the words spoken to her by Kyle are lost amidst her own private thoughts. But then she turns her weight subtly, bringing the Californian full within her gaze..."Of course..." And the smile starts to form on her lips once again. But before she can start to move to do so...she is beaten to it by the man himself.

     The shadows seem to be comfortable for Scarlet as she merely stands there, looking around the room. She neither offers to introduce herself to anyone, nor starts any conversations, merely acting as 'background'.

     William nods to Kyle. There wasn't a smile for the one that was offered, but he seems to have accepted it easily enough. There was, at the very least, not a frown for it. His head inclines and then he drinks of the Eleanor wine himself. The moments of conversation going about are punctuated by the lifting and lowering of his own glass. But when Joan's gaze is upon him...when he sees her smile...her smile for a moment is contagious. And it warms the whole of his expression. Light over stone. And then it is gone, fading once more into that casual look of interest cast about here and there. No grin. No frown.

     The smile is turned on the hostess yet again. 'My apologies my dear. I'm awful that way I am afraid....I ask someone to do something for me, then do it myself. Highly inconsiderate of me I know... but I just don't do well having others do things for me...' Kyle is rambling... he's comfortable, at ease... and more and more...the true him, the relaxed, easy going him, seems to be emerging.

     Kahli stirs from the shadows, tired of her solitude, to wander into the group, curiosity finally getting the better of her, she slips through the winery to the side of Scarlet, wanting to meet the one who keeps to herself so silently...

     Kyle bows again to Joan. He says, in French, "My humblest apologies dear."

     There is a slight spark to brown gaze as William smiles...caught just briefly out of the corner of her gaze. But Joan does not comment, does not even return the full of her gaze to him again. That was enough to let her know that things were okay. And so it is Kyle that then catches the nod of her head. "Ah, there is no need to apologize, Kyle. Perhaps, once I finish my own...I can return the favor?" Her glass is then raised to the one he drew, as if offering a toast. "Shall we...drink to something?"

     Kalhi silently slips up to Scarlet, deliberately making some noise to alert her to her approach, "Quite a party wouldn't you say?"

     Pale green eyes gaze back at Kalhi as Scarlet is spoken to. "Yes...quite," is all there is in a reply.

     "A toast is it?" He seems to ponder for a moment, then smile. "perhaps, we shall toast to old friends, new friends, new situations, and success in them all." Kyle's head cocks to the side slightly. "Good for you?"

     The doors in the winery open once again. Although this time....it is not any guest in particular who arrives. Instead, it is a trio of musicians, string instruments in hand. Looking slightly, perhaps, bashful...for arriving late? But what time they have already wasted is quickly made up as they head for a corner of the Winery and being to set up.

     The door is opened and a small figure steps inside. Ice-blue eyes flash around the room, surveying everything...many familiar faces, a couple unfamiliar ones. It doesn't really matter to Tori who is known for her friendliness. She steps further into the room with confidence and gracefulness. Offering smiles to all she knows, she stops somewhere near the middle of the room.

     Dark the wine that is held in the glass. Still and slightly silvery the glass held suspended in William's hands. Elbows resting upon the arms of the chair, his glass of wine is held in a steepled grasp. His attention rests upon Joan and Kyle at the offer of a toast, at the European courtesy going back and forth. Old friends. New friends. Definitely a new situation. He doesn't make an offer to the toast, but looks instead to the opening of the door. From where he sits at a table, like a Medieval lord.

     Joan nods her head to that...and then there is a ring of crystal upon crystal, as her glass rises to brush against Kyle's. It says, in French, "Indeed. And might I add...to the gracious taste of wine upon the lips? And if we are so lucky, music in the air? Life's finer pleasures." And then her glass is lifted to her lips, a sip taken as the opening and closings of the doors catches her attention briefly.

     Pewter grey meet pale green with a slight smile, the young woman in a simple, but elegant floor-length burgundy velvet dress, curtsies slightly and introduces herself "Kalhi Monteblanc, it is a pleasure to meet you, I heard your name as Scarlet earlier?"

     And then, William smiles again. More in the lighting of his gaze than in the motion of his lips. His gaze, however, does not linger long. It returns to his wine. But time and again....now and again, it returns. Marking Tori's progression through the others. William sips at his
wine.

     "Pleased to meet you, and yes, you heard correctly," Scarlet answers Kalhi smoothly with a slight nod.

     Kalhi settles in beside Scarlet, comfortable to be on the sidelines, she queries to Scarlet "Have you spent a great deal of time in New Port"

     Each of the three musicians, all dressed in black tie formal, get their instrument readies. A violin, a clarinet, and a cello. It is not before long until the soft music beings to make it's way...weaving throughout the winery. American classical...twentieth century compositions.

     Scarlet nods slowly at Kalhi, saying quietly, "I've been here for many
years, yes...and you?"

     The door is opened and a small figure steps inside. Ice-blue eyes flash around the room, surveying everything...many familiar faces, a couple unfamiliar ones. It doesn't really matter to Tori who is known for her friendliness. She steps further into the room with confidence and gracefulness. Offering smiles to all she knows, she stops somewhere near the middle of the room.

     Dark the wine that is held in the glass. Still and slightly silvery the glass held suspended in William's hands. Elbows resting upon the arms of the chair, his glass of wine is held in a steepled grasp. His attention rests upon Joan and Kyle at the offer of a toast, at the European courtesy going back and forth. Old friends. New friends. Definitely a new situation. He doesn't make an offer to the toast, but looks instead to the opening of the door. From where he sits at a table, like a Medieval lord.

     Joan nods her head to that...and then there is a ring of crystal upon crystal, as her glass rises to brush against Kyle's. It says, in French, "Indeed. And might I add...to the gracious taste of wine upon the lips? And if we are so lucky, music in the air? Life's finer pleasures." And then her glass is lifted to her lips, a sip taken as the opening and closings of the doors catches her attention briefly.

     Pewter grey meet pale green with a slight smile, the young woman in a simple, but elegant floor-length burgundy velvet dress, curtsies slightly and introduces herself "Kalhi Monteblanc, it is a pleasure to meet you, I heard your name as Scarlet earlier?"

     And then, William smiles again. More in the lighting of his gaze than in the motion of his lips. His gaze, however, does not linger long. It returns to his wine. But time and again....now and again, it returns. Marking Tori's progression through the others. William sips at his wine.

     "Pleased to meet you, and yes, you heard correctly," Scarlet answers Kalhi smoothly with a slight nod.

     Kalhi settles in beside Scarlet, comfortable to be on the sidelines, she queries to Scarlet "Have you spent a great deal of time in New Port"

     Each of the three musicians, all dressed in black tie formal, get their instrument readies. A violin, a clarinet, and a cello. It is not before long until the soft music beings to make it's way...weaving throughout the winery. American classical...twentieth century compositions.

     Scarlet nods slowly at Kalhi, saying quietly, "I've been here for many years, yes...and you?"

     Kalhi smiles quietly, in her soft lilting voice, there is a hint of an english accent, "No, I've just recently arrived, I prefer places somewhat less civilized than this"

     The ring of crystal upon crystal, and the the Eleanor is drunk, and a smile offered back to his hostess by Kyle. The door opens and his head turns, and the smile broadens across his face. Apparently, the one he was looking for has arrived. He turns to his hostess again, and this time it is an apology that is offered. "I'm sorry Joan, but I see someone I need to speak with has just arrived. Perhaps we may continue again later on this evening?"

     Nodding a bit, Scarlet says smoothly, "I see...and what made you come to New Port, out of all the places you could choose from?" The question is genuine, not meant to be rude...just sprung from vague curiosity it seems.

     Tori's eyes fall upon William first, noticing him through the small gathering. Her gaze then slips around to all the other faces, one by one. She notices Kyle, then looks back at William. She seems to pale very briefly, but the colour in her face quickly returns. Clearing her throat slightly as she notices Kyle's glance, she smiles again, but remains where she is.

     There is a slight nod of her head, towards Kyle, as she also regards the woman who has just entered. "Of course." Fluid, are the words. Spanish infliction and grace. Joan makes a slight gesture with a hand, as if to indicate that really, it is no great deal. 'I will be here all eve. And if there is anything that yourself or the lady require, please ask. "

     William inclines his head, his gaze slipping toward Joan as Kyle takes his leave toward Tori, at whom he had just smiled a greeting. After another moment, William's lips upturn again. The slant that most knew him to employ -- often -- is not there, there's no sign of rake or rogue in it.

     There is the sound of dogs barking outside. A lot of dogs. Wolfhounds sounds carry, do they not?

     Kalhi smiles not at all offended by the question "research at the University has caught my attention, I came to learn more"

     The sound of barking increases suddenly. It is hard to know the exact direction.

     Kalhi glances almost eagerly towards the sounds of dogs barking

     Scarlet nods at Kalhi, looking directly at her. The first sign of interest from her all night as she asks, "Research? What sort of research?" She doesn't even turn at the sound of the dogs.

     William stands at that, and the wine is set aside. A look is given to Joan and the smiles are gone. "I'll be back," he murmurs to her. He gives a glance to the others, Tori and Kyle and then is gone....out to the back.
     In the darkness, the dark blur of him could be lost by most. William leaves the cask room and the winery. The dogs barking brought him out. He calls their names, and there's a bit of Norman called out. Quiet down, he says, but his gaze is looking about ....searching for the reason for it all.
     The dogs seem to quiet down a bit. Whether it's because one of the Lord and Masters just barked back or whether the ...trouble is gone ...is not certain.

     A deep voice... a voice that carries in the shadows, a voice you know. A voice that belonged to one that 'slipped out' of the party, "Hell of a night huh?"

     William half-pivots to the sound. High on opium as he was, his eyes have ignited. Why? Well that is not so obvious to the eye. William seems to sigh very quietly. Relief most likely. "The dogs seem to think so." And as if on cue, they quiet more so...some of them going back to sleep. "I...did not see you leave the party," he says quietly, in English, but his accent is rather pronounced.

     He still hasn't stepped out of whatever shadowed cover he's been using, though it's apparent concealment is not his first priority right now as you can figure roughly where his voice comes from, "Sorry... I didn't realize they where in a kennel when I called them to come play fetch...." You hear his voice clear, "I was looking around for Ian.. I find it dubious that he's not at his own party. I don't for a moment believe that he'd miss a chance to show of his winery. I'm assuming it's a recent development as you and 'what's-her-name' apparently didn't have time to come up with much of a story..."

     Hands find their way into a pocket. And it takes everything William has at the moment...and it is much to ask...to seem ...nonchalant. "Pardon our distraction, Orlock. I over-indulged a bit," he is being humble again, "...and Joan had her hands full taking up the role of hostess this evening." William, over-indulging. It is not so hard to believe, no? William's gaze lifts and focuses in on the shadows that speak. "He had a sudden matter to take care of. He is regretting, I am sure, missing his own party." His voice is quiet...even...but distant.

     The pause is the evidence that he remains a bit dubious.... There's of course doubts, a rationalizations.. I mean by reflex he always jumps to the worst case scenario... he could just be worrying but then... not in the 10 years he's been Primogen has Ian ever been whisked away before he could get the council some notice... the appearance of a new comer just in time to play hostess because William has sunken into a bit of a blue funk. Is it just Justin making something more than it is? Or is this just unbelievably convenient. For the moment he leaves it, "How're you holding up? I noticed Kyle before I stepped out... Is he being a turd?" His voice is definitely to the left still you haven't seen him.

     Perhaps you see it in his eyes...he is ...not that masked. Likely he was...rather in a mood before the opium. The opium was to...numb him. Perhaps you gather this. It is not obviously so. The question of his own state took him aback...Ian and the situation already has him on his heels. "Kyle caused another fight early in the week. I was going to summon him ...but...Ian intervened. Did a bit of a tap dance on Kyle's head." Aha...and maybe there's your reason, Justin, for Ian's ...absence. William looks to you, hands still in his coat pockets.

     William is standing on the lawn, hands in his coat pockets. Looking into some portion of Night's space. Talking to it. Of course, it could just be the opium....

     "Dammit... I miss all the good shit." comes the sigh of Orlock's voice... then his voice lowers as he notices a newer arrival out on the veranda, "Well it looks like the guests are likely starting to miss you.." comes a harsh but soft whisper.

     Her steps are soft as she makes her way down the path to the garden. There is strength and purpose in those steps. And a frown on her lips. Brown gaze scans around for, well, there can only be one who would bring her out to this place. William. And when she catches his form, sees him there, talking to air, she shakes her head. She never should have let him smoke so much..."William?" The voice that calls out, it might be noted, is lacking the Spanish tone from before. Delicate and French, the name rolls off her lips with the familiarity of old. After all, who else would catch it?

     "You will...probably get another opportunity," comes William's quiet reply, a dry tone. "When Ian returns, we'll have to sell a few ring-side seats." And he says this with all genuine feeling. And then he hears his name. The voice. "Over here...Joan." He pauses, glancing back to the shadows. "I was...just coming back in..." He offers that, meaning it. Partially. And William turns, his languid stride carrying him toward her even as he speaks.

     She catches a few of his words as her quick steps bring her towards the Norman. Eyes fleck about here and there. Who the hell is he talking to. The frown deepens just a bit. There is a slight...tension to her shoulders. The words were...rather specific to be the type of opium rumbling she was expecting. And so returns the fluid grace of Spain. "Si, love. I was starting to get concerned. You should return. And while I don't expect you to dance or anything....I would appreciate, perhaps, pointing out to me any members of the Council that might be in attendance? I should contact them when we return..." Her voice slips away, as she carefully scrutinizes William. With concern and care, in her brown eyes. Worry.

     Joan will notice in him that he is a bit unsettled. But there seems to be no other reason to worry. Perhaps that is enough. "I am sorry...I should have done that before. But...not many came. The...first fellow you met...Justin...and the one Kyle left you for...those two..." His words flow, broken English...mixed with French. Not a good sign. "I will tell you the others...over a glass of wine." But William seems merely languid and drugged...distant and distracted. To all eyes save perhaps Joan's. He leaves the lawn for the veranda...and the winery's back entrance.

     William returns, and there is no sound of dogs now. And entering, a sigh falls from his lips. He tips back his head, closes his eyes for a moment. It could just be a sign of filing away the rest of canine frustration. For in another moment, he is moving for the casks. Automatically heading for the Flagrante.

     She enters a few steps behind William, the shadow of his form easily engulfing her slight form. And while there is a slightly concerned glance given to the man as she enters....when Joan's brown gaze returns to the winery, looking over the crowd...it softens noticeably. And there is a hint of a smile, again, on her lips. "Can I get you a drink..." But William is already on his way. And she is quick to follow in his steps. Perhaps she can see where his eyes have landed.

     Kalhi sits down at Near the tapped cask.

     From where Tori sits with Kyle, her gaze flickers from him to the door as William and Joan re-enter. She murmurs something to Kyle briefly, then begins to stand. There is a slight pause, then she slowly begins to make her way across the room towards William.

     Kyle nods and watches Tori leaves, then sits back to enjoy the rest of his wine.

     William half-pauses in his stride, a slight pivot as he glances back. He says, in French, "Yes, Joan... just one glass of Flagrante, hmm? Then I swear I shall leave the rest for the guests."

     Scarlet remains leaning against the one wall, just watching people and keeping to herself. Kalhi sits down near the tapped cask, attempting to decide what delicious brew to try next

     Joan does not notice the approach of the other woman, the one she has yet to meet. Brown eyes are set on William. And a slight line comes to the smooth curve of her jaw. She says, in French, "William, there are other kinds to be had. And I am not letting you drink that. Now....go sit somewhere and I'll bring you something."

     Hands come out of his coat pockets as he nods to Joan. Accepting her words, it seems. Or perhaps William was just....testing her. There is a brief smile that comes to him then, pulling at the corners of his mouth. "LeBello again..." he says softly, and then he turns, seeing Tori move toward him.

     Kalhi wanders down the line of tapped casks, finally deciding on the Domaine Chandon, she feels like a little bubbly, to liven her mood

     As she approaches William, Tori says with a soft smile, "William...it is good to see you. I apologize I did not come right over to give you my greetings, but I had business to attend to first..." A delicate hand is offered to him.

     And the smile that Joan returns to William is warm enough to melt butter. A slight nod of her head, and she says, "LeBello it is." She begins to turn, to regard the caskets...but the voice of the woman catches her before her mind can get to set on it's task. She shifts her attention to Tori, offering the woman a slight rise of her brow. "I do not think we have meet, Senorita. Joan Rameriz...."

     Tori turns her attentions from William as she realizes she is being spoken to. Smiling warmly at Joan, she offers a hand in greeting, "Oh, pardon me...my apologies. I am Victoria Whitethorne...most people call me Tori, however. It is a pleasure to meet you.."

     It suddenly occurs to you that Orlock has been here all along.

     And he who is walking the line between Times this evening takes the offered hand and brings it to his lips. The kiss is brief, a European welcome. William straightens and frees Tori's hand with a brief, gentle squeeze of her fingers. "No need to apologize...." His words halt upon his tongue, his own introductions pausing. He was about to do the same thing. Once Tori has shifted her attention slightly, William takes a moment to glance about.

     Boy he's been quiet tonight hasn't he? If you look over to the shadowy alcove you most likely once again see Orlock, quietly sipping a new glass of wine. Something red and dry again... that's all he could tell you as he knows dick about wine.

     "Ah yes, William here mentioned you in passing just moments ago." Joan says with a slight nod of her head to Tori's introduction. "I would like, not necessarily tonight, but sometime in the near future to have a chance to talk to you, Senorita Whitethrone." She stays in the formal, despite the easy tone of her voice.

     "I'd be delighted, of course...whenever is best for you," Tori says to the woman with a smile. Kyle sits back and watches the exchange between the two women, curious look passing over him as his eyes flicker between the two.

     Kalhi scans the area sensing someone has returned, her eyes light briefly on Orlock, shadowed in the alcove, then they move on, surveying the rest of the winery as she sips the impertinent little wine she has selected

     "I very much appreciate it, si." A smile is offered Victoria, and then Joan goes back to her previous task. A glass is selected, and it is the casket of LeBello that Joan turns to, her skirt flaring around her legs. The crystal goes from clear to deep red as the wine fills it.

     Tori nods once more to Joan, then her attentions are once more diverted to William, "And how are you this evening, William?"

     Kahli drains her glass and heads back to refill. Kalhi pours a flute of sparkling Domaine Chandon.

     Orlock pushes off the wall and steps out into the room a proper and nods to the familiar faces, Guess he had had enough of being a wall flower, "So um... what do we do other than stand around and stare at each other with intent?" he asks. generally directed at the two people leading up this shindig.

     Eleanor is drained, the first of what promised to be many this eve, and has turned into but one thus far. Kyle stands from the arrangement and heads again for the casks... and this time it is not the Eleanor. A bit too tart for his tastes, that taken any way one wishes to. This time it is a familiar.... this time it is the Flagrante. Glass is filled, and seat retaken.

     William gives Joan another brief smile as she turns to get his wine, and then he looks back to Tori, even as her own gaze finds him again. How is he doing? His expression seems to search for an answer to this. It only leads to other questions. William pauses, words going past him...he can see them written on the air before him and between he and the primogen. "Fine," he answers at first, and then adds quietly, quickly. "It has been a busy week, but...I am ...alright." Convinced? He glances to Orlock as he speaks up. "Where's Harold?" Ah, diversion.

     Kalhi approaches William trying to catch his eyes without intruding too greatly on his conversation

     As she moves to bring the glass of LeBello to William, Orlock's words and motions catch Joan's gaze. It is, well, slightly absently that the glass is offered to the Norman, instead her eyes rest upon the man who had been so silent for so long before. "Ah, Senior Orlock....another I had hoped to catch at some time...."

     William reaches out and takes the glass. His gaze focuses on Joan. His momentary Rock of Gibraltar. And then he looks back to Tori...wine brought to his lips.

     Convinced? No. Far from it, in fact. But she does not press the issue. "Well...it is good that you are well," Tori murmurs quietly, then falls silent as she sees both Kalhi and Orlock approach. She offers both of them warm smiles. "Justin, it is good to see you again," she says lightly, averting her gaze from William for now. Looking to Kalhi, she offers a hand, "I'm afraid we haven't met yet..."

     "Pardon me William", Kalhi says quietly, "I apologize for the inconvenience, but it is time for me to depart, I want to thank you for the lovely evening"
     Kalhi nods and smiles at the petite women with William

     Tori smiles, and waits for William to reply to Kalhi before she interrupts.

     Kalhi takes her hand and flashes a quick grin, "Kalhi Monteblanc, pleasure to meet you"

     William turns. It takes him a moment, and then he lifts a brow. "Oh...very well. I....thank you for coming." His words come slow...as if he is having to translate. He falls quiet again, sipping his wine as Tori and Kalhi greet.

     Orlock would answer but you know the way white lab rats are when they here their name.... Ok well maybe you don't. From the side pocket on his coat a small white head peeks out and then a sleek rat body scurries up Orlock's side to perch on his shoulders. If you didn't know better you'd think that it was posing and or preening over something, "Oh he's here." Justin says in answer to William, "Very proud of himself to cause he killed not one but two big cockroaches today...." at the commendation the rats ears perk up a bit. Then the face that is no less than monstrous shifts to Joan, "I'm sure you can catch me if you like but I recommend a net..."

     Tori nods and smiles after William replies to Kalhi, returning the handshake, murmuring, "Pleased to meet you...I'm Victoria Whitethorne...most call me Tori."

     But not, perhaps, at this moment. Joan's attention is turned from Orlock and caught by Kalhi as the woman apparently makes to depart. Golden light sparkles in her eyes as she offers a slight nod. No, she was not the one addressed, but she does chime in a few moments behind William. "It was a pleasure to have you, of course. Take care, Senorita Monteblanc."

     Orlock nods a polite farewell to Kahli as she makes her preparations for her leave.

     Kyle raises his glass from his seat to the departing Kahli.

     Scarlet merely shifts a bit against the wall, silently watching the scene before her.

     Kalhi smiles warmly at both Tori and Joan, to Joan she says "You have made me feel quite welcome, I appreciate it greatly", she glances at Orlock, with with small white friend and smiles, eyes brightening as they alight on the rodent, "what a beautiful animal" she murmurs Kalhi acknowledges the toast from Kyle with a smile and a nod, she glances to Scarlet, makes eye contact, smiles and gives a slight wave goodbye

     Scarlet nods once to Kalhi, acknowledging her departure.

     Eyes turn back over to the wine caskets. Joan can definitely use another drink. This time, it is a clear white that she selects....Tacoma White Block, to be exact. The drink poured, she glances around the room, gaze falling on Kyle. She offers the man a slight tip of her drink, as she had done earlier in the evening when they toasted.

     With a last glance at the assembled guests and a smile Kalhi smiles, thanks her hosts once again and departs

     Kalhi pushes the door and leaves the winery, leaves blowing at her feet.

     The glass of LeBello rests in his hands, held there loosely. Like an afterthought. And isn't it. William's ...distance and distraction seem to be taking leave of him. The eyes have been slowly losing their glassy, gem-like quality...certainly while he was...out of the room. When he re-entered he was...less languid. Less...affected. William looks between Orlock and Harold .. .and Tori...and Joan. Lastly to Tori yet again. "Well enough," he answers, "...and I haven't seen you for a while...what a week? Can you forgive the oversight?"

     Ice-blue eyes return to gaze upon William as he speaks to Tori. She nods, murmuring, "Of course....we have all had a busy week, no doubt. Do not worry over it, William." She offers him a warm smile.

     With a grin and a nod, Kyle returns the tip of the glass toward Joan, and Flagrante is brought to lips, just as eyes are turned to the door, and the newcomer who has walked through it.

     Victoria says, "Hello, is this the wine reception?"

     A dashing smile, and a nod for the newcomer. 'Oui mademoiselle.' Lilting French again from Kyle. 'You have found us out. And who might we have the pleasure of having join the little soirée?'

     The smile is returned to Kyle...and then a last glance is left upon William and Tori. Perhaps Joan is making sure that the man is in good hands? For there would be a slight...touch..upon her gaze. Of what would be less then certain. But her graceful steps take leave of them both, pausing near Orlock long enough to mutter, "Those of us of House Ventrue are not known for our collections of nets. But I am sure I can find something equally suitable." A touch of humor to the soft Spanish flow. And then she is off again. Towards Kyle. And she almost makes it to him...save the opening of the doors. The voice of someone who has just entered.

     Victoria smiles, "My name is Victoria Gifford, I'm new here to New
Port."

     That warm smile...William will take the light of it just now. There are words hovering at his lips...almost scrawled upon his face...that he would speak but he...doesn't have the voice to. Or can find the words in English to express it. And in the pause of translation, the moment is lost. He returns her smile a little, reaches for her hand again, to give her fingers another slight squeeze. Let that express it. His admiration, respect, and most of all affection. William would seem to be in good hands. He smiles. He lingers. And in the slipping away of the opium haze, focuses on Tori. As much as ever.
     William leans in a bit, lowering his voice. "I hope things are well with you."

     Tori turns her head to look at the newcomer for a moment, smiling. Seeing that Victoria is being welcomed already, she turns her gaze back to William as he squeezes her hand and speaks to her. Smiling, she nods slowly at him, replying softly, "Yes...things are....well..."

     Yet another raised glass. 'Well then Victoria Gifford,' Easy sounding California accent now, 'welcome to the party. I'm Kyle and have absolutely nothing to do with the party, other than to drink the wine.' He grins a bit at that, even chuckles slightly to himself. 'The casks are over there, the seats are wherever you can find one...and the conversation is whatever you can make.' He raises his glass of Flagrante yet again toward the newcomer. 'Welcome, and enjoy.'

     The white rat scurries back down Orlock's side and into his pocket again and Orlock himself sets down his wine glass and starts for the door, "Well I think it's best that I get going... good night, thanks for inviting me... THe party was fun despite being Ian-less. Behave kids yadda yadda, anyway." ah quiet the eloquent exit speech really.

     Victoria continues to smile at Kyle, "Well, thank you very much."

     Tori smiles as her attentions turn to Orlock for a moment, "Again, it was good to see you again, Justin...stop by the club sometime soon, will you? We haven't talked in ages.."

     Victoria moves around the conversations taking place to retrieve a glass of wine for herself. Victoria turns to Orlock, "Well, it was nice to meet you, if only briefly."

     William glances up at the mention of Ian. And the expression goes placid. "I'll let him know you were looking for him, Justin." And asking about him. William looks between Tori and Joan and then steps away from them both, finishing another glass of wine.

     "Welcome to Rancho de Cielo." Fluid are the words that fall from her lips. A slight tilt of her head towards Victoria, and she introduces herself with a slight tip of her glass to the woman. "My name is Joan Rameriz, and si, as Kyle said, the wine is free flowing tonight. Please help yourself...." And once Victoria moves to do so....Brown eyes are given free roam. A deep breath is taken. Playing hostess all night is fun, right? And ah....was that Orlock who mentioned he was on his way out?

     Scarlet finally pushes herself off the wall she was leaning against and decides to move forward, also towards William. People just seem to be gravitating around him.

     William is the vampiric equivalent of a black hole perhaps. At least the color of the clothes is on target for it....

     Victoria fills her glass and turns towards the conversation, "Thank you very much, your generosity is most kind. I take it from the conversation that Ian has yet to make an appearance this evening."

     Kyle, too, makes his way from the arrangement where he sits, and gravitates toward William. Why not join the crowd? He smiles as he approaches, speaking quietly once he is in range.
     Kyle mutters to William. "I think...like...perhaps I...persuade...join me?"

     And as he moves to do so, Joan finds herself at Orlock's side. "Well, Senior, thank you very much for your attendance." A quick glance is tossed over her shoulder, towards William, as she moves. Watching him go for wine. Frowning just a bit. She is already in motion, and as is he, and she can not interceded. There is a slight frown upon her lips for a moment, but then she turns her attention back to Orlock. "Might I walk you out to the road?"

     A look casts back over his shoulder. It is pointed too Joan who seems to have a hang up about mentioning Ian... he blinks when then Joan is up next to him, "Sure.. you can make sure Cujo doesn't eat me." he says with an even grin. Taking the handle of the door and pulling it
open for her.

     "Gracias, senior." Joan says with a slight dip of her head. And the next second, she slips out the door that was opened for her.

     Orlock pushes the door and leaves the winery, leaves blowing at his feet.

     William would take a step back if he could. Not just from Kyle but from the sudden crowd around him. It is as if he awoke to find himself in a room and surrounded. But there is no physical move back. Not even as Kyle approaches.
     He lowers his gaze to the glass in his hands, but lifts it...looking both to Kyle and Tori. Where is Joan? He glances for Joan, just in time to see her leave. His eyes light with sudden violet, but then he looks back...hearing Kyle's voice and words. Finally. Words cling to his tongue a moment before being able to ...sound.
     "I was just out," he says quietly to Kyle. Then amends, "I should remain while Joan is gone...help her...pick up the slack. A bit." A glance to Tori. "But if you want to have a seat..." He'll take one too. It's unspoken. His words, his voice...heavily accented. Damn near French, but there is just enough English to make the words more or less recognizable.

     Scarlet finally reaches the group of people, but still chooses to hang in the back of the crowd, still not wishing to intrude, it seems.

     William glances to Scarlet, catching her approach. "Scarlet...have you met Kyle...and Tori..." Distraction.

     Victoria waits patiently to be introduced to the others.
     "No, I have not," Scarlet replies smoothly, offering a slight nod to both of them, but nothing more.

     Kyle smiles. "Whichever way you wish William. It's your party.' He motions to the seats. Pick one, his hands say. Where you go...I will follow. Distraction, indeed...but not quite a successful one. "A pleasure Scarlet, I'm certain.' His gaze goes back to William. 'After you, good sir.' Was that sir emphasized?

     Tori seems as though she is about to say something to William, but halts as William makes introductions. Looking to Scarlet, she nods and smiles politely, "Pleased to meet you, Scarlet..."

     As his gaze finds other places to rest from time to time, William also catches sight of Victoria. "Ah...sorry," he murmurs, "Victoria...this is Kyle....and Tori..." He looks to Tori for a moment, a glimmer of a smile crossing his expression then taking leave. "Our first Victoria."

     Tori turns her gaze over to Victoria, offering her a hand, "Well, it is a pleasure to meet you, as well, Victoria." A warm smile is offered, too.

     Scarlet clears her throat and says smoothly, "Tonight was interesting, to say the least, but I must be going. I do apologize once more for Gabriel's absence." This is directed to no one and anyone, it seems, but is said nonetheless.

     William almost sighs. But it is held. Another few moments pass, and William finally hears Kyle's words. Another moment passes and he does not move. As another would tick by, William turns to the others. "Pardon me, ladies..." he says softly and with a sincere look of apology. Another moment, and William turns. He pauses first at a cask.

     Tori nods at William, looking at Kyle briefly.

     William glances back, pausing the pouring of wine. "Oh, of course, Scarlet...my apologies for ....Ian's absence as well. But...we will all meet again soon..." He hopes. He nods to her, glances to Kyle, then starts to pour again.

     Victoria takes hand offered by Tori, "Thank you, it is a pleasure to meet you, also." Her warm smile seems to mirror Tori's.

     William walks to the tap and fills a glass with LeBello.

     Scarlet nods with a very slight smile, offered only to William it seems, then is gone, departed from the group and out the door without further delay.

     Victoria says, "William, I do hope you've been well since we last saw each other."

     Tori smiles at Victoria, then withdraws her hand, falling silent. Tori senses William is feeling... well, like a stag caught in the headlights. Slightly nervous, perhaps....uncertain. No...unsettled.

     A soft smile. 'Perhaps a good idea William.' Kyle also takes to the tap, refilling his glass with Flagrante. Hopefully he'll not need it, but judging on William's reaction, a pause at the cask with every glance, more than likely that it will be. 'There is no rush William.
Whenever you are ready.'
     Kyle walks to the tap and fills a glass with Flagrante.

     Casting a brief glance at William for a moment, Tori merely smiles. Though at whom, it is not certain. Within a moment, her ice-blue eyes are scanning the room, as though looking for something interesting to stare at.

     Victoria turns her attention back to Tori, "Well, what is it that you are involved in in this fine city that I am becoming acquainted with?"

     The wine fills the glass and William turns his attention toward Victoria. He nods once to her. "Oui....busy but...well. And you?" He glances to Tori. He was about to ask her to join him and Kyle, when Victoria distracts her. William can stall no longer it seems and moves to one of the tables. He takes a seat with a slight sigh. And then he suddenly seems to ...settle. Both in demeanor and in motion. Appearing every bit the Norman lord.

     Tori's gaze returns to Victoria as she is being spoken to and replies, "I own the Inferno nightclub, actually."

     Victoria says, "Oh, I passed by that establishment just the other evening. I didn't have the chance to go inside however. What is it like."

     Tori smiles and says to Victoria, "It is...well....I don't know how to describe it. An experience?" A soft chuckle, then she says, "It earned its name 'Inferno'."

     Victoria sits as her eyes light up, "That sounds like an interesting tale."

     At your table, Kyle sighs softly, as the easy, relaxed nature vanishes. 'Thank you for joining me William. I am very appreciative that you would do so.' Tense and on edge, eyes downcast, hopefully not so much so that other about the room will notice... the reason he had wished to take this outside.

     Tori smiles and shakes her head, "Well, the tale itself is not one I wish to dwell upon..." Is it imagined or did Tori just shudder? "...but I'll tell you, the interior of it certainly lives up to its name."

     Victoria smiles, "Well, I'll have to go by myself one night and experience it for myself then."

     "Of course....you are welcome anytime, my dear," Tori replies with another bright smile.

     William seems to be at-ease. He sips his wine as Kyle speaks quietly. His eyes are diverted more than are on him. To the color of the red wine in his glass. Settled in his chair, his elbows rest upon the arms of it, his wineglass held again in the steepled grasp of his fingers.

     Victoria says, "Why thank you."

     Tori adds, "And, consider this your invitation to the 'private club'. When you are in the club, look for the door marked 'private'...it's a place only for our kind. I will tell my bouncers to grant you access."

     Victoria grins, "Those are the best clubs to go to in my experience."

     Tori smiles and waves a hand idly in the air, "I don't boast that my club is some amazing place to be...it's just a place where my friends seem to like to gather now and then."

     Victoria seems lost in thought for a brief moment and then suddenly returns, "Oh of course, but I'm sure that I'll enjoy it."

     At your table, William cannot explain to you ...the reasons he could not go out with you. To speak in private. He does not add to his earlier excuse or amend it. It seems to stand upon its own. "Appreciative," he murmurs, and he is not looking at you overly much either. You can see the lingering grasp of opium upon him. Perhaps even smell it upon him. He is neither overly demonstrative or talkative. You will notice the difference in him. "You are welcome. I take it there is something you wish to speak of?"

     Tori smiles and nods, "I'll look forward to seeing you there then, my dear."

     Victoria says, "Wonderful."

     William glances up, and over to Tori. A beseeching look of sorts. Could she possibly know why?

     At your table, Kyle speaks softly as he does speak. 'Yes, William, Guillaume, there is.' He lapses into the ancient French the two of you speak so easily and freely. 'Gui.... I wished simply to apologize to you for my actions in the club when last we saw each other.'

     Victoria says, "William seems especially preoccupied this evening."

     Nodding again, Tori casts another brief glance towards William and Kyle. Seeing William a bit more at ease, she seems to smile a bit more. But as she looks, she notices William's glance. She seems unsure of how to interpret it and then casts a glance towards Kyle.

     William does not hear Victoria's observation. Though he would agree to it...inwardly. As Kyle speaks again, William takes a drink of LeBello. His expression...placid. The visage, angelic...but with a slight stony cast. It does not seem to have an emotion attached to it. Perhaps he is merely listening to Kyle intently. He also misses Tori's look, distracted in the swallowing of wine as he was.

     Kyle notices William's gaze, then Tori's return gaze. His reply to her is a warm smile, comfortable, and at ease. His eyes however seem to take a different cast, one that beseeches her just the opposite of William.

     Tori decides it is best for her to stay exactly where she is, next to Victoria.

     Victoria notes the tension in the room and shifts slightly in her seat.

     "So, what is it you do, Victoria?" Tori asks as ice-blue eyes switch from William and Kyle, back to the woman next to her. She still remains seated and is probably one of the few tonight who has not had any of the wine....so no glass rests in her hands.

     Victoria "I'm a psychiatrist, actually." A slight frown creases her forehead, "That is why I was late this evening I'm afraid, I had to deal with some complications that came up with one of my former patients."

     At your table, William sets his jaw. "It ... was very regrettable." His voice is more quiet than smooth. "I trust you have learned the lesson. We need never speak of it again." His words are French. And the french is not modern. "I accept the apology."
     But it doesn't change much. He did not seem overly upset or overly pleased either way before, and as you speak of that night, he does not seem to alter that. William settles in his chair, his head inclining. Strength. No matter how...odd he may seem in his mood to you...he is yet in command of himself.

     Tori nods at her and smiles, "It must be an interesting line of work."

     Victoria smiles as thoughts seem to flutter behind her eyes like moths, "Yes, very at times. It can also be very troubling at others. I try to help as many people as I can, but there are some..."

     "Everyone has problems they need to deal with, yes....some are more difficult than others, no doubt. I understand," Tori replies with a smile.

     William settles back. His demeanor shifts a little, neither in a good way or a bad way. There is no smile, neither is there a frown. William seems at-ease. His presence one of strength, now as ever. Like a king hearing the case of one of his subjects. That is exactly as he appears this instant.

     At your table, Kyle nods in acquiescence... oui Guillaume.. acquiescence. 'It shall not be mentioned again if that is what you wish, Guiaullme.' Then the eyes come up, and light upon your face. 'Might I be so bold as to ask a question of you old friend?' Kyle's eyes come up to meet William's face for the first time since they have sat to talk. And now it is a strange look of questioning concern that seems to mar his features.

     At your table, William speaks quietly, "I do not wish to dwell in the past, no. If you can move forward from this point of agreement, then that is what I prefer. The night happened, but it has passed." He pauses then, lifting a brow. "Oui?"

     William lifts a brow to that look of Kyle's. The placid cast to his expression does not shift...nor does it lessen. He waits upon Kyle's question...no emotion committed beforehand either way.

     Victoria sips her wine slowly and contemplates the activity on the other side of the room. Victoria quickly shifts her attention back to her conversation companion, "Well, what else is there to do in this city besides gathering at your club, as exciting as that must be."

     William is sitting at a table with Kyle. There is a quiet conversation paused at the moment. William watching him...waiting on a question.

     Tori shrugs slightly at Victoria, "Well, there's theaters....and the gallery....they're always interesting places to be.." Her head turns slightly as Joan comes through the door again.

     At your table, Kyle's face seems to turn from one of questioning concern to one of just plain concern. 'I must say that I find myself curiously worried that Ian is not here. It does not strike me as the thing he would be wont to do...arrange a gathering and then not show for it.' Eyes are genuine now...shades of the old familiarity and centuries long friendship returning. 'Is everything alright Gui? Nothing has happened to Ian, has it?'

     Victoria shifts her gaze to the door as Joan enters

     As he speaks, Kyle's expression turns to one of warm concern.

     The door does indeed open once more, and like a slight brush of golden light upon the darkness, Joan sweeps back into the room. Eyes pass over those who remain, eventually landing on William and Kyle. And, to those who are watching, the drink that William holds. There is a tilt of her head slightly, and with a touch of a smile dancing on the edge of her lips, threatening to break out, she makes her way towards the small arrangement of chairs.

     Victoria manages to direct her attention to the conversation at hand once again, "Yes, I visited the gallery during the week and found it quite enjoyable."

     Tori smiles at Victoria and nods, "I have to admit that I do not visit there as often as I perhaps should, but have been able to find myself there on a few accounts and always...enjoyed myself." A small grin appears on her lips after that.

     William replies softly, but quickly. "No," he says to Kyle. "It is just business." He is silent then. Withdrawing, it would seem, in thought upon words to follow. But none do. William finishes the wine in a swallow, and rises. "There is ...no need for concern, Kylandre." Even are his words and quietly borne. His eyes of indigo flicker to Joan...and then Tori and Victoria. He has missed talk of his own gallery.
     William sets the glass down upon the table's top and starts to rise...

     "I seemed to have left my drink outside..." The Spanish mutter fall softly from Joan's lips, not intended to anyone in particular as she moves. And her fluid steps bring her to a halt near where William sits, catching his gaze as he looks to her, and begins to rise. The glass set down on the table, she reaches for it with an idle gesture of her own. "How goes the evening, William....Kyle...?"

     Victoria says, "I am sure that it would be lovely during an opening."

     "No doubt...I'm sure. But, there is much about town which can keep one entertained," Tori says with a smile. Her head turns as she hears William's words and sees him rise.

     Kyle's lips purse, and he takes a breathe, about to speak.....as Joan descends upon the scene. William's mother hen has returned...and perhaps for the best. William obviously needs some mothering. 'Very well, thank you, Joan...but I think perhaps it is time for me to draw the evening to a close, at least for myself..... The hour is late, and there is still hunting left to be done...'

     Victoria glances in the same direction as Tori

     "It has been a nice...quiet evening," William replies, words slow...he's having to translate from French to English just at the moment. "But," he says with the soft thud of the glass on the table as a punctuation to his thoughts, "I should be getting back to the house. I have...some business to close before the evening is through. And...I am sure Ian would ...like to know how his party went. He's...probably waiting by the phone to hear it."
     He looks to Kyle, then away. To Joan and then past her to the others. "Victoria...Tori...it was a pleasure, ladies." To Kyle, he gives an extra nod and a quiet, "Take care, Kyle." Interesting goodbye. And then to Joan. "I will talk to you in a bit..." he murmurs, and then he steps away.

     Joan nods her head slightly. The radiance falls from her lips as a smile is offered to Kyle. Does she note his...expression? The pursed lips? Perhaps...but she is acting the part of the hostess this eve, not just the mother hen. She says, in French, "Thank you for coming, Kyle. It was, of course, a pleasure to meet you. With any luck, our paths might cross at some point in the future. Until then, be well."

     Victoria turns to Kyle, "Well, I'm sorry we didn't have the chance to become properly acquainted. Maybe next time then." She smiles warmly and offers her hand in a parting shake.

     Brown eyes catch William as he too is about to depart. The evening, such as it as been, seems to draw to a close. A nod is offered the man as he leaves, and Joan offers him a parting, "Give Ian my best wishes, of course."

     Ice-blue eyes focus upon Kyle, then upon William. Seeing the party quickly disintegrating, Tori approaches William first out of all the people assembled, smiling warmly at him. "Please....send my best to Ian, will you? Tell him he was missed? And thank you so much for this evening...it was lovely..." she murmurs to him.

     Victoria rises as well, "It seems then that the evening is coming to a close..."

     Kyle smiles and nods all around, and watches WIlliam hastily leave. To Joan, some soft french, to Victoria, a smile, and "I'm certain we'll meet again m'lady.' And to Tori, a smile and a blown kiss. 'I shall see you back at home Victor.... Tori.' This is going to take some getting used to.

     William halts and nods to Joan, and then he turns to Tori. He answers her warm smile with an archaic one...at the corners of his mouth. "I will tell him. He will be sorry he missed it, and seeing you." He leans in, whispering to her for a moment, hand resting lightly upon her arm.
     "I have never seen you lovelier than this night. It...has made my evening complete. Be well, until I see you again."

     Tori's gaze flickers to Kyle for a brief moment, as she replies softly, "I will be there shortly, my dear." She then returns her attentions to William as he speaks to her.

     William looks to Victoria again, "Nice to see you again." He turns, nodding again to Joan. "I...will..." And then he steps away.

     Victoria turns to Joan, "Well, thank you for a lovely evening, I'm sorry I was so terribly late, I hope to see you again soon when we can become acquainted as well."
     Victoria says, "Nice to see you as well, William."

     Kyle looks about again, polishes off his glass of Flagrante (no sense in letting good wine go to waste), sets the glass down by the door, and departs.

Posted by rowan at June 05, 1998 08:47 PM