[Dorian opens the door wearing a dark teal shirt with the top half unbuttoned.]
I'm glad you're here. Come inside.
[And with that, he breezes back into the apartment, expecting to be followed. He goes straight to the counter of the open plan kitchen and picks up a cocktail to hand to Reno. It a dark purple drink garnished with an orchid.]
[ Reno half-bows with a flourish and pushes up from the wall to follow Dorian inside. he's got some half-formed ideas of what might be happening here, but the presence of the cocktail does make him quirk an eyebrow and question at least a few of those ideas—maybe better not to assume until he's gotten the lay of the land.
he lifts the glass to his nose to sniff it, trying to determine what might be in it. ]
Pretty. [ he takes a sip. that's the kind of shit that would get him chastised by Tseng back home, but what's the worst that could happen, here? ] What's the occasion?
[Gin, blackberry liqueur, hibiscus syrup, and lemon juice. Dorian watches keenly for any reaction.]
Monsieur de Lioncourt and I are opening a club. I am trying to create our signature cocktail, but you understand, he cannot help me test it. What do you think?
[ both to open a club with, and to do the drink testing. Reno takes another sip, considering, then nods slightly. ]
What's in it? Gin, lemon... a fruit? [ he's not especially familiar with either blackberry or hibiscus, other than being able to identify the flavor profile as "fruity." ] It's good, though. A little sweet, I'd probably pour the gin heavier if it were me.
[ Reno winks, setting the glass down. ] But I'm a degenerate, so take that or leave it.
[A light smirk as Dorian pours himself a glass of Sangiovese. It's impolite to remain sober if one's companion is expected to drink, but he has tasted this cocktail so much now that he has gone a bit taste-blind to it.]
My friend, you are speaking to the king of all degenerates. [He considers the description as he swirls his wine in his glass.] There is both blackberry and hibiscus flower in it. Adding a little gin will bring out the hibiscus, I think, so it is a perfectly helpful critique.
[Not that he invited Reno over simply to trick him into being a test subject. Dorian moves over to his record player and begins to look through his collection.]
What sort of music do you prefer? I do not know what genres you have in your world.
Then there ya go. When are you tryin' to open the club up?
[ the king of all degenerates, huh? what a title. Reno can appreciate a guy who's able to own it.
he leans back against a counter, bringing the drink with him as he does. he'll keep sipping at it unless he's told to stop. ]
Tough question. [ so many conversations about music lately, and so few ways in which Reno is equipped to participate. ] I've never really listened to music, so consider me a blank slate. Pick whatever you'd pick for yourself.
There are a great many styles of music I have never heard. I've mainly been listening to songs that are more intense, but this one relaxes me.
[He finishes setting the record on the turntable and places the needle on it. What plays is a song in something of the style of Wicked Game. He turns back to Reno with a smile.]
[ bringing his drink with him, Reno comes over to join Dorian and takes a seat where indicated. as always, his posture is loose and lazy, plenty at ease, although the combination of the music and the drink does make him feel a little fancy. ]
This is nice. [ he tilts his head a little, listening to the strains of music that filter from the record player. ] I don't think I've heard anythin' like this before.
[ it's totally possible that somebody is doing this genre in Midgar, but if they are, Reno has never heard about it. ]
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I'm glad you're here. Come inside.
[And with that, he breezes back into the apartment, expecting to be followed. He goes straight to the counter of the open plan kitchen and picks up a cocktail to hand to Reno. It a dark purple drink garnished with an orchid.]
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[ Reno half-bows with a flourish and pushes up from the wall to follow Dorian inside. he's got some half-formed ideas of what might be happening here, but the presence of the cocktail does make him quirk an eyebrow and question at least a few of those ideas—maybe better not to assume until he's gotten the lay of the land.
he lifts the glass to his nose to sniff it, trying to determine what might be in it. ]
Pretty. [ he takes a sip. that's the kind of shit that would get him chastised by Tseng back home, but what's the worst that could happen, here? ] What's the occasion?
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Monsieur de Lioncourt and I are opening a club. I am trying to create our signature cocktail, but you understand, he cannot help me test it. What do you think?
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[ both to open a club with, and to do the drink testing. Reno takes another sip, considering, then nods slightly. ]
What's in it? Gin, lemon... a fruit? [ he's not especially familiar with either blackberry or hibiscus, other than being able to identify the flavor profile as "fruity." ] It's good, though. A little sweet, I'd probably pour the gin heavier if it were me.
[ Reno winks, setting the glass down. ] But I'm a degenerate, so take that or leave it.
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My friend, you are speaking to the king of all degenerates. [He considers the description as he swirls his wine in his glass.] There is both blackberry and hibiscus flower in it. Adding a little gin will bring out the hibiscus, I think, so it is a perfectly helpful critique.
[Not that he invited Reno over simply to trick him into being a test subject. Dorian moves over to his record player and begins to look through his collection.]
What sort of music do you prefer? I do not know what genres you have in your world.
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[ the king of all degenerates, huh? what a title. Reno can appreciate a guy who's able to own it.
he leans back against a counter, bringing the drink with him as he does. he'll keep sipping at it unless he's told to stop. ]
Tough question. [ so many conversations about music lately, and so few ways in which Reno is equipped to participate. ] I've never really listened to music, so consider me a blank slate. Pick whatever you'd pick for yourself.
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[Dorian selects a record.]
There are a great many styles of music I have never heard. I've mainly been listening to songs that are more intense, but this one relaxes me.
[He finishes setting the record on the turntable and places the needle on it. What plays is a song in something of the style of Wicked Game. He turns back to Reno with a smile.]
Come and sit. Make yourself comfortable.
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This is nice. [ he tilts his head a little, listening to the strains of music that filter from the record player. ] I don't think I've heard anythin' like this before.
[ it's totally possible that somebody is doing this genre in Midgar, but if they are, Reno has never heard about it. ]