::Sam enters into the bar, looking around to a small booth or empty seat::
Jacob walks into the Trill and sits down reading some notes that he had made earlier. Today he wears a nice blue button down shirt and dark brown slacks. His hair is slicked back with some grease.
<sam> carefully exits the ladies room. Looking around for a quiet corner booth to sit in
Jacob continues reading his notes over slowly. His complexion was pale when he was alive but even moreso now that he is not. He notices the woman exiting the ladies room while sitting in a booth in the corner on his own. As she passes he stands up and motions to her,”Would you like to sit with me Ma’am?”
With barely a glance Sam briefly raises her hand in a motion of rejection, before taking a moment she changes her demenor Swifty. Her up raised hand gently combing her thick dark curls before turning back to quietly accept the strangers offer with a nod. As she turns back his way, to sit down
Jacob sits down and packs away his notes,”I am fairly regular here and this is the first time I have seen you. Would you like to tell me about yourself? You seem like a well-studied person.”
She raises a eye a moment. Turning her head to the side at the sudden request. “I’m…” She begins, revealing a strong northern accent. “…here for information on New year’s and Mardi gras events”. She replies, idly combing her hair over her eyes.
Jacob smiles,”Interesting. I have never actually been to a Mardi Gras. I suppose I spend most of my nights at the old plantation house… studying. I am quite the… academic. What about you? Are you here with any family? Anybody related by blood?”
“yea… I’ve got family all over the southern states.” Her head turns alittle to the events happening around the bar. “Very protective ones too… especially when it comes to being out late at night” As the waitress shows up to ask for her order, she requests a long neck of hard whiskey.
Jacob raises an eybrow as she orders whiskey as kindred cannot consume whiskey. He nods at her appreciatively wishing he had learned how to sense other peoples natures better.”The nights can be very dangerous around here. So how long do you plan on being in New Orleans?”
She gives him a intense from behind her curls. Pursing her lips slightly, her eyes dart from his face, to his book, cloths, hair then back. She opens her mouth as if to speak, taking a moment before saying “why…I barely know you… what is your name, Mr curious?”
He matches her gaze,”There are some dangerous… creatures… and people around New Orleans at night. My name is Jacob and I am just concerned for your wellbeing is all. Besides I like to get to know people who come here to the Trill. It is usually very particular crowds that we get here so I am just trying to discover your story. Mostly a few different… families like to come here.”
She shrugs at the waitress and mutters “guess he doesn’t want anything” before looking back at him. “Soo…this isn’t a mob run bar is it? Your not the Don’s Gran son are you?” She smirks abit
Jacob laughs,”No not quite like that. More like a club for the gifted and talented that’s all. Well sometimes gifted… sometimes cursed… Are you sure you don’t know anything about that? You are in New Orleans and this is a very superstitious city.”
She slips her petite fingers into the collar of her leather jacket, digging for a moment to pulls out a sizable crusifix, then with the other hand a Ruby red rosaries. Then thumps a sivler button of St Christopher, pined to the neck of the jacket. “I call it healthy devotion'”
Jacob’s eyes follow the crucifix and rosaries and notes them.”I know my family studies various wards which may have a bit more effect than some shiny rosaries. I could give you something warded sometime perhaps if you would like. I have been told of a few of them that will protect you against most almost anything. To be fair the wards protect against anything that I have ever heard about
in folklore but there may be things out there that nobody has ever seen before. I don’t think I have a ward against aliens but just about everything else.”
She looks at him perplexed, it lasts before being awkward and uncomfortable. “Oh you must be one of those voodoo guys, make amulets and such. “She puts her things away just as the waitress comes back with her drink. She wedges the bottle cap on the tables edge, before giving it what looks like a soft thump with her finger.
Though the sound and after effect would she he slammed it into a tree
Jacob becomes startled at the sound.”Yes, well not so much me, my family makes more of the amulets. I mostly study other things. Potions and alchemy that sort of thing. Well it was… Anyway, perhaps I will see you again. You can think about it if you would like, my offer still stands. I am going to go home now and attend to other things. Have a good night.”
She watches him as he stands up. “Everything ok?”
She look at the bottle before choking up on it, rasing it up in drinking fasten. “That didn’t upset you did it?” She asks before throwing the bottle back in drinking fashion
Jacob smiles gets up and goes home,”No absolutely not. I wish you a good night.” He then leaves and walks home.
“excuse me a moment” she stands up and enters the ladies room once again. She returns a long while later