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Who: Anyone!
What: It's a Wine Tasting at the Lux
When: Saturday Evening
Where: The Lux.
Sugarplum Fairies: PLENTY.
Notes: ANYONE is welcome. Prose or brackets. I'm just having Katherine start it off, but feel free to have your very own thread. This is a party-post of sorts. It's at the Lux and there are plenty of wines and platters of small bits of food that are meant to accentuate the flavor of the wine. Cheese, Chocolate, Fruits... etc.

The Lux isn't Katherine's first choice of social locations, but it does have the luxury of being somewhere that has been deemed as off-limits for the Salvatore brothers. She'd put the math together through the journals and from over-hearing conversations of employees and the ghosts. Such gossips. She'd already resolved to go to that Speed Dating thing, just trying to make some effort to figure out just who all was in this place and just how vulnerable some of them were.

For the moment, she's milling through the crowd, glass in hand, and keeping an eye on everyone. She's fully capable of slipping by most of them undetected. Knowing that her speed would easily put her out of anyone's line of sight if she didn't want to be seen. Tonight though, she wasn't planning on shying away from too many of them.

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She felt him watching, and she wasn't sure if she could be concerned or flattered yet, but she had no problem with letting him look. If it's meant to be complimentary, it's always nice to be admired, and if it's the former -- well, she could take care of herself.

"I haven't," she admitted, before looking over the bottles for what he had mentioned. "Is it a personal favorite?"

He smiled, moving closer to lean around her and look for himself. He discovered already that modern people labeled their bottles in highly convenient ways, so it was easy to scan the labels and see which were made with Sangiovese, instead of the plethora of other grape types. Judging by her voice she was likely an American, but whether she knew much about Italy, he couldn't say.

"I think it's the favourite of everyone between Toscana and Firenze, going right back to the Romans," Ezio replied, plenty amused, finding a bottle made from Sangiovese and offering it to her to look. "What do Americans generally drink?"

"Whiskey, other hard liquor, mixed drinks -- we can actually be rather inventive," she said, watching as he perused the bottles. "But I'm sure that their main drink of choice is beer."

"Never heard of whisky, but beer is popular. Only with men, though."

Maybe it was just an American thing in general, but his interest was piqued even more. Women drinking beer was socially unacceptable in his time –– the same way it was socially unacceptable for a woman to fight, or do any other variety of "men's" activities.

His tone is positively playful.

"Well, then –– you try mine, and I'll try yours. Sangiovese for whisky."

Tess regarded him for a moment, but the challenge had been issued, and she never backed down from one. "Fair enough."

She then turned to signal the bartender and order a glass of the best bottle they had. Once the glass arrived, she picked it up and extended it to him. "After you?"

He grinned, taking up the glass with just as much confidence as he took everything else up. He raised it to her in a toast and nodded, and then drank deeply.

Whisky was interesting, to say the least. A bit smokey, foreign and completely unlike other drinks, spiritually quite like the first time he'd tried coffee but with a wholly different set of tastes. Not necessarily a good taste, either, but perhaps one that was more acquired than anything. It was difficult to not look surprised.

"I can't say I've ever had anything like this."

"It takes a lot of getting used to. But for some moments, it's just the kind of kick you need."

She then took the glass he poured for her, swirling the wine carefully for a moment, and taking a sip.

"I can see that," he laughed, inspecting the remaining liquid and then looking to her to judge her reaction to the wine.

She nodded after a moment, considering the flavor, before looking up at him. "A bit strong, but I like it. It seems like it would be a good dinner wine."

"Ah, any reason is reason enough for wine, whether it's dinner or just because," he replied, almost a touch dismissive. "Whisky, on the other hand... I cannot imagine drinking it with dinner."

"Some do. But usually it's meant for an after dinner drink, or at a bar." She shrugged. "I suppose it depends on how much of a taste you have for it."

"Good thing we aren't at dinner now, then," he replied, playfully. "But we could be, some time."

"I'm sure we could," she said, taking another sip of the wine. "Do you intend to cook?"

He laughed.

"I'm not an expert, but I can certainly cook. What do you have in mind?"

She shrugged. "Whatever your specialty may be? I always tend to appreciate a home cooked meal more than a high priced dinner plate."

"Are you familiar with Venetian cuisine?"

He knew Venetian cooking far better than he knew Florentine cooking, having spent more time fending for himself in one and being fed in the other.

"I've had it a few times." The benefit of being well-traveled: you got to try a lot of different kinds of food.

"Casunziei, then? Fresh pasta stuffed with ham, cheese and mushrooms, smothered in butter?" he replied, plenty entertained. Oh, he'd cook her dinner, alright. "Now I just need the date from you, madonna."

That ... actually sounded very good. Let's just see if I could pull it off.

"I'll get back to you. I have to check my schedule."

Psh. She had no schedule. She just knew how to play hard to get.

He laughed.

"That busy in paradise? I fear getting bored."

"Then you clearly don't know how to keep yourself occupied."

"Oh?" He raised his eyebrows, amused. "I thought I was plenty good at it, but perhaps my methods don't meet American standards."

"Perhaps not," she said, finishing the rest of her glass, before placing it down on the bar next to her. "I'll let you know about that dinner."

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i intend to try making it sometime >:)

mmmmmm.

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