Tremere need not apply

[Harry Taylor]

Speak of the Devil.

Harry stepped over the threshold of The Gentleman's Respite and cast a cursory look about her surroundings, her gaze lingering for a moment on Hamlyn before coming to rest upon the group of three kindred. She smiled to herself as she approached the bar, surprised to see a certain party present in the current surroundings. After whispering something in Hamlyn's ear, Harry collected her drink and went to join the group.

"Good evening Verity... Cylon," Harry nodded at each in turn and took a seat next to the latter before meeting Valentina's eyes across the table and reaching across it to take her hand.

"I didn't expect to see you here," she added in a lower tone, a hint of a smile crossing her lips as she brushed them against the back of Valentina's hand before sitting up and resuming her businesslike manner - so very different to her jovial affect at Elysium.

"Please, don't let me interrupt," she gestured for the three of them to continue their conversation before settling back in her seat to sip her whiskey and listen.

[Valentina Audley]

Valentina dimples a smile at Harry, pleased to have surprised the other woman. "Oh you know me darling, I turn up all over the place!" She winks and grins cheekily as her hand absentmindedly smooths down the slightly battered bodice she's currently wearing.

"As for interrupting, why it's providential you've appeared! We were just talking about you and Mr Cylon here was saying that he'd not spent enough time with you. He has a little bit of a business pickle and I said you might be the one to help him out..."

She smiles amiably around the table, then focuses on Cylon again. "The best way to reach Valmont is at his gallery. It's his favourite haunt after all. I can write you a letter of introduction if you like? For the prestation you so kindly offer, naturally."