“Je vois que ni la classe, ni les mœurs sont les critères d'embauche ici. Caius vraiment ne s'attend pas à moi de travailler autour d'un manque de respect t-il?”
A playful smile teased on her lips as she lifted her chin, Russian accent disappearing as the French words took over with flawless timbre that suggested some time spent in Western France. Ada's antics did not go unnoticed though Lyndi hadn't even needed to turn her head. The human was loud, violent, rude, and obnoxious. The pretty face soon became ugly in the viking's eyes and she decided that the two wouldn't get along so well. She was all for a bit of disrespect here and there, more than capable of having a good time -- often at the expense of others -- but only when it was appropriate. However, she found the human's gaudy plea for attention irritating.
“La boisson est fabuleux, par la manière. Vous avez certainement un moyen avec vos mains, oui?” She remained polite throughout as she complimented the drink as it burned her throat with a shot of pleasure. She threw a flirty smile his way with a crystal blue winsome gaze. He certainly wasn't lacking in charm, appearance, or talent. And she liked that.
James grinned, recognizing his native tongue. It'd been a long time since he'd heard someone so fluent, but it was quite welcome. It was also a plus that it came from someone so...experienced in life. "Merci, j'ai pratiqué mon art pour un bon bout de temps maintenant, et je suis heureux de savoir que vous avez apprécié."
"Les gens d'ici sont en fait pas si mal. Il n'y a que quelques-uns, comme le monsieur qui, franchement, a suggéré qu'il obtiendrait dans votre pantalon. Les autres habitués sont généralement bonnes personnes, comme elle." James looked down the bar to Ada and grinned. He cared greatly for her and couldn't allow her to be insulted. He knew her attitude was frowned upon by most but she was a great person. When she and James became friends he gave her all his respect and loyalty.
Gazing at the face of the woman before him now, he wondered what job Caius could have possibly given her. James could barely imagine someone of her stature working here. "J'ai entendu qu'il y aurait quelques nouvelles personnes à se faire embaucher ici. Je ne m'attendais pas quelqu'un comme vous, bien, magnifique."
While she didn't know his name she did know James well enough from passing word and personal recon from the past month, the ongoing interaction with him confirmed it. He was gentle and a bit of an old soul, having a classic charm to him. She estimated that he was around a century and a half in age, obviously from France. Ah, France. Terrible military but amazing sights and fashion. The men could be a bit grimy but she could see James was one of the good ones. His mellow personality and gentle, personal smile made him easy to talk to. She could see why he was a liaison.
Finishing her drink, she slid the glass across the counter with a nod indicating a desire for another. “Voyons voir si vous pouvez faire une Bombe Pop décent. Avec O positif.” She placed one elbow on the counter and rested her chin in a hand covered lightly with a thin glove of lace bearing intricate design. “I'm still not quite sure if I'll take up his offer -- But I'll take that compliment. I might just work here to spend more time with you.” Her flirting was bolder now as she gave a wink that was more playful than it was a sexual advance. She made sure to keep her tone light, indicating that she was merely teasing.
Her interest in him was genuine but she had no intentions of letting him part her legs. “I'm simply used to working with more... Traditional folk. A higher class of clientele, you might say. This sort of place isn't usually my scene.” She turned her head towards a vampire in a nearby corner ravaging a blood slave, seeming two seconds away from ripping her clothes off as he fed, indicating to the beautiful bartender what she meant. Her expression contorted to one of mild disgust, her nose crinkling. The way her face was designed made the expression a bit more... Adorable than it was meant to be.
James grinned at her request and her advances. He could tell she was just teasing him...and he kinda liked it. Going down the bar to grab the alcohols needed, he brushed Ada's cheek. "I'll be with you again soon ehough, ma chere. Be patient with me, and I promise I'll walk you home tonight." As he made his way back down the bar, he pulled a tall glass out and slid it as he mixed and poured the liquors. By the time he made it back to the woman, the drink was prepared. Slipping a tiny staw into the drink, he handed it to her. Noticing the couple that she'd been referring to, James sighed. "Sadly, not everyone knows what's appropriate for public and what should be done in private. Sometimes we ge more interesting and classic minded people as well."
Directing his attention back to her, he saw the face she made at them and lightly chuckled. It looked as if she were pouting with an expression that was not unlike a disgruntled seven year old's. I have to know now. It's too much not knowing what glorious name someone like her must call themselves. James leaned on the counter with his head in his right hand. "I simply must know now -- What does a belle like you call yourself?"
The drink looked well enough and she sipped it as she listened to him defend the honor of the club, assuring her once more that not all of its patrons were complete morons without tact. She would give him the benefit of the doubt. She hadn't much scouted the patrons over the month, paying more attention to Caius and his employees, human and vampire alike. The vampires impressed her but the humans... They weren't exactly top tier. Then again, they were living in the age of Twilight so it wasn't a shock. The majority of the humans were despicable and she hated the idea of working with them. She hated to sound pompous, but it was just so beneath her. Still -- They were prey and she was predator. A girl's gotta eat and a lion didn't choose a gazelle based on their personality.
Her head turned towards him, expression settling back into a smile as she gave a nod of approval at the drink. He was now resting in the same fashion she was, his smile winning her over. She wondered just how long of a string of broken hearts he left trailing behind him, inwardly chuckling at the thought. At the request of her name, she leaned forward some, the side of her face pressing against his as she slid out her fangs and brushed them against his earlobe. “Just call me Lyndi, mon amour.” She drew back with another wink and a lifted brow, indicating that it was now his move in this game they played.
James smiled broadly, shaking his head. This woman did know how to use her charm to get what she liked. She had to be a new liaison specialist, there was no doubt about it. Her looks, charm, and skill with languages pointed to that being the ideal duty for her. James put his hand on his chin, rubbing his facial hair. He felt he needed to be sure. "You're a beautiful woman with enough charm to sway a nation; you absolutely have to work with me." James smirked as he was taking up her hand. "Or are you going to leave me here by my lonesome, ma ange?" It was his turn to pout now.
“Comment pourrais-je oser même penser de vous quitter tous seul quand tu me traites si bien, ma lune et les étoiles?” His hands were as gentle as she imagined and she quickly replied with dramatic flair in the style of the French actresses of old, women who truly knew drama and theatre. Her gaze became one of adoration as she pouted, the full lips so perfect for the expression, enjoying the flirtatious game she had begun. She knew what he was getting at and was content to keep him guessing at what position she had been offered, though his assumptions were right on the money.
James smiled while sighing. This woman was something else, and she'd impressed him thoroughly. "We shall see, Lyndi. We'll see." James raised her hands to his lips kissing them lightly. James released them as he began to walk back to Ada at the other end of the bar. "Come back and see me soon, ma chere! Don't forget about me."
Lyndi issued the lightest of laughs with her head tossed back as she blew him a kiss before collecting her drink. Fan in one hand, beverage in the other, she was soon disappearing. The seventies were getting boring now and she needed someone new to chat with. Like Caius. She certainly needed to discuss her terms with the man if he was going to be hiring her. She held high hopes for the older vampire simply because he was older. She didn't cross many that were her age, far fewer were old than her. This would be the third time in her life that she had met vampires older than her since her Making.
Caius, she knew, had been some Roman soldier and Senate in his former life among many other things after the fangs came. Roman -- That explained his excessive brooding. Still, she retained a polite expression as she found his room and gave the door a light push to reveal herself. “Before I agree to anything, we've got some terms to set. Rule number one is that I absolutely do not take orders from babies.”
Translations
“Je vois que ni la classe, ni les mœurs sont les critères d'embauche ici. Caius vraiment ne s'attend pas à moi de travailler autour d'un manque de respect t-il?” - I see that neither class nor manners are hiring criteria around here. Caius really doesn't expect me to work around disrespect does he?
“La boisson est fabuleux, par la manière. Vous avez certainement un moyen avec vos mains, oui?” - The drink is fabulous, by the way. You certainly have a way with your hands, yes?
"Merci, j'ai pratiqué mon art pour un bon bout de temps maintenant, et je suis heureux de savoir que vous avez apprécié." - Thank you, I practiced my art for a long time now, and I am pleased that you enjoyed it.
"Les gens d'ici sont en fait pas si mal. Il n'y a que quelques-uns, comme le monsieur qui, franchement, a suggéré qu'il obtiendrait dans votre pantalon. Les autres habitués sont généralement bonnes personnes, comme elle." - The people here are not that bad. There are a few, like the gentleman who, frankly, has suggested that he would get in your pants. Other regulars are generally good people, like her.
"J'ai entendu qu'il y aurait quelques nouvelles personnes à se faire embaucher ici. Je ne m'attendais pas quelqu'un comme vous, bien, magnifique." - I heard there would be some new people to get hired here. I did not expect someone like you, well, beautiful.
“Voyons voir si vous pouvez faire une Bombe Pop décent. Avec O positif.” - Let's see if you can make a decent Bomb Pop. With O positive.
“Comment pourrais-je oser même penser de vous quitter tous seul quand tu me traites si bien, ma lune et les étoiles?” - How could I dare to even think of leaving you all alone when you treat me so well, my moon and stars?