Post by Deleted on Jul 2, 2015 16:03:03 GMT -8
Antonio was never one for gambling, no, he’d prefer to keep his coins safely tucked away in at his side or hidden from sight. He’d never really bothered with trying his hand at simple card games or slots – and it likely wouldn’t go well if he lost, considering his temper and fondness for money. Therefore, it would come as a curious surprise for anyone that knew him to see the Spaniard waltzing into the Fortuna Magnus Casino with a huge grin splayed across his face.
But he wasn’t there for the games anyway.
Thankfully, the Casino offered something a bit more to his tastes: delicious food. Sure, it wasn’t Spanish and he could make that himself if he really wanted to hork down a plate of paella all by himself again, but he was craving something different. And with the extra bit of padding in his wallet that he had accumulated thanks to a recent and somewhat large exchange of information, he could definitely afford to treat himself to the cuisine of the upper class this once. He could already taste the delicacies as he moved into the parlor and started toward the wing of the casino that housed Savoureux Vivanda.
Drawing a pair of fingers over the collar of his crimson silk button up and tugging at the wings to ensure it wasn’t flapping up again, he couldn’t help but continue to grin from ear to ear, nodding a bit at a few of the passers-by that spared him an interested (or confused..?) glance. He didn’t really take their stares to heart, however.
“Escargot. I can’t remember if I’ve had that before or not, but maybe I’ll try that this time. AH! And the orecchiette with veal, capers and some white wine—I’m definitely getting that. I wonder what they have for desserts.“
“Fortuna!”
The Spaniard ignored the call, thinking it was some call of good luck that patrons often shouted in this place. It WAS part of the name of the casino, after all. Checking his watch he continued onward, planning out his five course meal in his head and altogether ignoring the calls until he felt a hand lay on his shoulder. Blinking in confusion and mild irritation from being stopped in his tracks, he turned to face a rather red-faced woman in a striped pencil skirt and matching jacket. “Si, senorita? Can I help you with something?” He quirked his eyebrow at the lady, but his reaction and inquiry only seemed to infuriate her more.
“What the hell are you doing out here? You have clients and a show in five—get…”— the woman pushed at his shoulder—“ going and get out of those clothes.”
Tonio’s eyes went wide for a second and a mild blush fell over his cheeks at that last command, but he managed a small apologetic (and nervous) smile and a dismissive wave. “Lo siento, pero, I think you have the wrong guy, senorita—y I would, but we just met, no?”
“Don’t give me that bullshit, Demetrio,” she glared over her spectacles, blond bangs falling partially in the way to eclipse her piercing blue eyes. She pushed at the bridge of her glasses to keep them up properly and hooked an arm around Antonio’s, practically dragging him along. He nearly tripped at the initial tug and tried to resist it.
“I don’t mean to be rude, lady, pero, you are seriously mistaken! I’ve never been in here before until now!”
Despite his protests, the woman merely gave an indignant huff and leaned forward, pulling him along after her quarry nearly stumbled over his own feet. She was definitely stronger than she looked (or at the very least extremely determined), and Tonio, not being one to usually be violent or extremely forceful toward women, eventually gave in and let himself get dragged along to one of the show rooms as the lady gave him an earful of just HOW outside of protocol he was and just HOW much trouble he’s in.
“…Once she lets go, y looks away, I’ll make a run for it...sheesh, what a crazy one. Remind me not to come here again when she’s around. …..I wonder if I could get compensation out of this.”
He was pushed into the showroom mid-thought and turned around to look at the lady, holding up has hands to keep her from coming closer . “OI! Un momento… Seriously, lady, I have no clue what it is you want me to do or who you think I am! If this is Arturo or Gilberto’s idea of a joke, you’ve had your fun, seriously. It ain’t cool anymore. I just—“
Antonio paused, furrowing his brows as he stared at a mirror image in front of him. The only problem was that there wasn’t a mirror in front of him or behind the lady: It was an open door that they had come through...and there was a man standing there.
But he wasn’t there for the games anyway.
Thankfully, the Casino offered something a bit more to his tastes: delicious food. Sure, it wasn’t Spanish and he could make that himself if he really wanted to hork down a plate of paella all by himself again, but he was craving something different. And with the extra bit of padding in his wallet that he had accumulated thanks to a recent and somewhat large exchange of information, he could definitely afford to treat himself to the cuisine of the upper class this once. He could already taste the delicacies as he moved into the parlor and started toward the wing of the casino that housed Savoureux Vivanda.
Drawing a pair of fingers over the collar of his crimson silk button up and tugging at the wings to ensure it wasn’t flapping up again, he couldn’t help but continue to grin from ear to ear, nodding a bit at a few of the passers-by that spared him an interested (or confused..?) glance. He didn’t really take their stares to heart, however.
“Escargot. I can’t remember if I’ve had that before or not, but maybe I’ll try that this time. AH! And the orecchiette with veal, capers and some white wine—I’m definitely getting that. I wonder what they have for desserts.“
“Fortuna!”
The Spaniard ignored the call, thinking it was some call of good luck that patrons often shouted in this place. It WAS part of the name of the casino, after all. Checking his watch he continued onward, planning out his five course meal in his head and altogether ignoring the calls until he felt a hand lay on his shoulder. Blinking in confusion and mild irritation from being stopped in his tracks, he turned to face a rather red-faced woman in a striped pencil skirt and matching jacket. “Si, senorita? Can I help you with something?” He quirked his eyebrow at the lady, but his reaction and inquiry only seemed to infuriate her more.
“What the hell are you doing out here? You have clients and a show in five—get…”— the woman pushed at his shoulder—“ going and get out of those clothes.”
Tonio’s eyes went wide for a second and a mild blush fell over his cheeks at that last command, but he managed a small apologetic (and nervous) smile and a dismissive wave. “Lo siento, pero, I think you have the wrong guy, senorita—y I would, but we just met, no?”
“Don’t give me that bullshit, Demetrio,” she glared over her spectacles, blond bangs falling partially in the way to eclipse her piercing blue eyes. She pushed at the bridge of her glasses to keep them up properly and hooked an arm around Antonio’s, practically dragging him along. He nearly tripped at the initial tug and tried to resist it.
“I don’t mean to be rude, lady, pero, you are seriously mistaken! I’ve never been in here before until now!”
Despite his protests, the woman merely gave an indignant huff and leaned forward, pulling him along after her quarry nearly stumbled over his own feet. She was definitely stronger than she looked (or at the very least extremely determined), and Tonio, not being one to usually be violent or extremely forceful toward women, eventually gave in and let himself get dragged along to one of the show rooms as the lady gave him an earful of just HOW outside of protocol he was and just HOW much trouble he’s in.
“…Once she lets go, y looks away, I’ll make a run for it...sheesh, what a crazy one. Remind me not to come here again when she’s around. …..I wonder if I could get compensation out of this.”
He was pushed into the showroom mid-thought and turned around to look at the lady, holding up has hands to keep her from coming closer . “OI! Un momento… Seriously, lady, I have no clue what it is you want me to do or who you think I am! If this is Arturo or Gilberto’s idea of a joke, you’ve had your fun, seriously. It ain’t cool anymore. I just—“
Antonio paused, furrowing his brows as he stared at a mirror image in front of him. The only problem was that there wasn’t a mirror in front of him or behind the lady: It was an open door that they had come through...and there was a man standing there.
