05-29-2015, 02:07 AM
Tony caught the end of the altercation between a doorman and the unfortunate patron. The man seemed confused and in turn desperate. He then began to make his way towards them. Nature made him suspicious, but the man's foreign accent and the distinct impression of discomfort relaxed his mood.
He stood with an encapsulating smile when the man spoke. The gaze he met was firm and crystalline blue. "Welcome, friend."
Tony said, grasping the man's right hand with both of his in a friendly handshake. The man's hands were rough and strong. Hands that had seen hard work in their time. Almost all of the citizens of Moscow who did not tower overhead had a similar rough-edged grip. Was it the same in the man's own city? Tony was at a loss. He had never been away from Russia, and later, not even Moscow. It was the centre of the world.
"Please, sit."
He added, letting the man's hands drop. "Local customs can be hard to adjust to,"
Tony sympathised, sparing the man an embarrassing explanation. "What brings you to Moscow, friend?"
he paused, waiting on an answer.
Before an answer could be given a beat of power resonated through the club. Both Hans and Veso's heads immediately spun towards the source, and Hans grasped the power himself, caught unaware. Tony had become accustomed to strange situations, and only a flicker of interest crossed his eyes.
He turned from their new-found friend to the direction of the source of power.
Tony smiled. "Friends! Don't be so rude!"
He chastised the two. Both men turned back to first Tony, then their guest. "Do women distract you so easily you forget common courtesy?"
Both men caught on. Veso always had a stable presence and what Hans lacked in care and patience he made up for with quick wits and adaptability.
"Forgive us, sir."
Veso bowed his head to their guest. There was no trace of shame in his voice as he spoke. "Beauty can be a captivating mistress, and she is like a goddess."
Hans was less tactful, muttering an apology he didn't believe necessary.
Tony reached into his pocket for two twenty dollar bills and handed them to Hans. "Show the lovely woman your appreciation. She has revealed much for us tonight."
Hans was hesitant, but soon nodded and departed towards the dancer on stage.
Tony re-focused on the foreign man. "My apologies, Mr...?"
He paused, waiting for an answer.
Hans
Hans was grateful to be away from Tony, Veso and the stranger's eyes. Tony had done that on purpose! And that Veso had played along! No doubt they'd be laughing at his expense with Dan and Yuri when they got back. All the while he had to be the one that actually did anything productive.
As he approached the stage, Hans truly saw the woman and dear god, she was stunning! Unfortunately, she was a woman who knew precisely how she affected men. She barely noticed Hans as he leaned forward, careful not to encroach on the invisible line that the bouncers seemed to have erected in unison.
What a shame. He almost sighed. If only he could show her his talents. He had a few tricks up his sleeves that would make a woman -
This time he did sigh as the woman looked down at him unsure whether to call security or step on his face herself. Too bad.
He lifted one note towards here with a smile that was no longer wistful, but sardonic. "For courtesy's sake,"
he joked, before moving on to the second bill. Kallisti's frowned upon such brazen action. "This is for your friend. Tell him it is rude to stare from behind the curtains. There is no fun in drinking alone"
With a wink he turned back towards their seats. That perplexed face brightened his mood. All in all, it turned out rather well.
Edited by Tony Soloyov, May 29 2015, 02:09 AM.
He stood with an encapsulating smile when the man spoke. The gaze he met was firm and crystalline blue. "Welcome, friend."
Tony said, grasping the man's right hand with both of his in a friendly handshake. The man's hands were rough and strong. Hands that had seen hard work in their time. Almost all of the citizens of Moscow who did not tower overhead had a similar rough-edged grip. Was it the same in the man's own city? Tony was at a loss. He had never been away from Russia, and later, not even Moscow. It was the centre of the world.
"Please, sit."
He added, letting the man's hands drop. "Local customs can be hard to adjust to,"
Tony sympathised, sparing the man an embarrassing explanation. "What brings you to Moscow, friend?"
he paused, waiting on an answer.
Before an answer could be given a beat of power resonated through the club. Both Hans and Veso's heads immediately spun towards the source, and Hans grasped the power himself, caught unaware. Tony had become accustomed to strange situations, and only a flicker of interest crossed his eyes.
He turned from their new-found friend to the direction of the source of power.
Tony smiled. "Friends! Don't be so rude!"
He chastised the two. Both men turned back to first Tony, then their guest. "Do women distract you so easily you forget common courtesy?"
Both men caught on. Veso always had a stable presence and what Hans lacked in care and patience he made up for with quick wits and adaptability.
"Forgive us, sir."
Veso bowed his head to their guest. There was no trace of shame in his voice as he spoke. "Beauty can be a captivating mistress, and she is like a goddess."
Hans was less tactful, muttering an apology he didn't believe necessary.
Tony reached into his pocket for two twenty dollar bills and handed them to Hans. "Show the lovely woman your appreciation. She has revealed much for us tonight."
Hans was hesitant, but soon nodded and departed towards the dancer on stage.
Tony re-focused on the foreign man. "My apologies, Mr...?"
He paused, waiting for an answer.
Hans
Hans was grateful to be away from Tony, Veso and the stranger's eyes. Tony had done that on purpose! And that Veso had played along! No doubt they'd be laughing at his expense with Dan and Yuri when they got back. All the while he had to be the one that actually did anything productive.
As he approached the stage, Hans truly saw the woman and dear god, she was stunning! Unfortunately, she was a woman who knew precisely how she affected men. She barely noticed Hans as he leaned forward, careful not to encroach on the invisible line that the bouncers seemed to have erected in unison.
What a shame. He almost sighed. If only he could show her his talents. He had a few tricks up his sleeves that would make a woman -
This time he did sigh as the woman looked down at him unsure whether to call security or step on his face herself. Too bad.
He lifted one note towards here with a smile that was no longer wistful, but sardonic. "For courtesy's sake,"
he joked, before moving on to the second bill. Kallisti's frowned upon such brazen action. "This is for your friend. Tell him it is rude to stare from behind the curtains. There is no fun in drinking alone"
With a wink he turned back towards their seats. That perplexed face brightened his mood. All in all, it turned out rather well.
Edited by Tony Soloyov, May 29 2015, 02:09 AM.