Disco Night (open)

Victor raised an eyebrow at that. Most bad memories he could think of associated with a Duesenberg usually were because he had shown up in some miserable corner of Europe and was there to make it more miserable, and his trademark car tended to telegraph the arrival of something unpleasant. Or at least awkward. But those nights, and the looming threat of nuclear war over Europe were long gone.

"I am sorry about that, bad memories are never pleasant. I socialize, I've just been distant." Which was an understatement. He'd pretty much embraced the running about of Europe and skulking about on behalf of the Clan while the Ventrue worked to rebuild their own networks and limit nuclear proliferation after WWII. Victor had gone from making regular social calls and visits to courts, to basically cutting himself off. "It's been a long, long time with a lot of weird problems. "

"Well the car has a bad history with men who had little mustache's, you need to talk more to be social.' with a grin at him and a soft laugh.

"That was a Mercedes" he chuckled "The only Duesenberg in Germany during that time was mine. " Of course Victor put on the impression of working for the man with the tiny mustache, but he had his own assignments which required such.

"Besides... I never let him ride up front. That is Miyu's seat."

She shook her head "it's the backseat that I don't want to be near." with a whisper to him.

"Were you in that bomb shelter in '44 in Berlin I was stuck in?" he whispered back

"No but items talk." she whispered back. "Didn't you know that?"

"Kinda... but now how to listen to them"

She had moved off to serve drinks to customers. And she was adept at keeping up with them as well -- but once the rush died off, she returned to Victor and saw that he had company. Her smile was bright and friendly as she greeted the newcomer.

"Miss Luna! I'm so glad you could make it! Can I get you a drink?"

"oh they talk if you listen." with a warm smile at him.

Guinevere wrote:

"oh they talk if you listen." with a warm smile at him.

I think that requires skills I lack "

She beamed seeing the owner, "yes pink champagne and raspberry liquor please." leaning over to try and hug Griselda hello.

Looking back at Victor "I could help you learn." with a smile that was a bit too peaceful while she spoke.

She was happy to take a hug hello. With the added height of her heels, she only had to stand up on her tiptoes to reach the taller woman.

"She is amazing," she said sincerely. And then she was behind the bar, mixing the drink for Guinevere.

Guinevere wrote:

She beamed seeing the owner, "yes pink champagne and raspberry liquor please." leaning over to try and hug Griselda hello.  

Looking back at Victor "I could help you learn." with a smile that was a bit too peaceful while she spoke.

"I'm not sure I'd be a good candidate for that" he chuckled Thank you though.

She sat the expertly mixed drink on the bar in front of Guinevere, then gave her a charming smile.

"Miss Luna, will you have a date joining you?" She asked because she knew the date and the preferred drink of same. If he was coming, she would mix his drink as well.

"I sent a selfie but no reply from him." looking at her phone with a pout, "think one with cleavage?" looking at Griselda with a mischievous look at her.

She beamed a grin.

"That man cannot resist cleavage. Send him one with cleavage and a threat that next, you'll send one of MY cleavage if he doesn't reply. He will answer in under 3 minutes, I bet."

"Women and breasts" he muttered

"If you have to show your charms to a man to get him to come out and date early on, might I suggest there will be a problem with him down the road?"

"Okay, Take my camera, I'll make cleavage, take photo" with a smirk at Griselda.

She looked at him "he's very busy and I've kept him distracted" with a smirk at him.

She took the camera with a smirk, waiting for cleavage to be made.

"She doesn't have to send the cleavage. But it makes it more fun. Besides, didn't you ever send Miyu a dick picture?"

She even said that with a straight face.

Victor looked appalled at the very thought.

"Aside from the technological limitations of 1932-45.... no. Just no. That's... do people do that?"

She grinned.

"This is why you are single and we aren't."

She winked at him.

Victor scowled and tapped at his phone for a moment before putting it away.

"It's Miyu. She literally is an agent of God on Earth. Pictures of my manhood as a form of flirtation would be... obscene. And besides... oh never mind."

She laughed.

"I guarantee that she has seen a dick before. And it was probably yours, at that."

She attempted to make cleavage for the shot then burst out loud at Griseldas comment waiting for the picture to be taken. And she laughed more at his comments and hers.

"Well of course. But propriety.... "