Coming to discuss business...(Wren and Bane)

[Bane Orwell]

Bane entered the pub slowly, cautiously. He felt... nervous... and wasn't sure as to why. He kept telling himself that she was just a customer and that he shouldn't even be entertaining the thoughts he'd allowed himself while doing the research. The large leatherbound book in his arm contained detailed instructions for the spell he would be enchanting for Mrs. Wren Taylor.

Bane moved from the doorway and started searching the floor, looking for the small witch.

[Wren Taylor]

It was just as well Wren had given Bane permission to proceed to her quaters if she was not in public view, as she had taken most of the day off to enjoy some alone time away from eveyone elses emotions.

Wren had recieved an owl from him a few days ago, informing her that his arrival would be within seventy-two hours of the letters' arrival, and she had been anxious ever since, after all hw had given her no other information whatsoever. She didn't know why she felt like that; maybe it was the hope for good news? Yea...that's probably what it was she told herself over and over, but she couldn't help but jump with excitement every time someone knocked her door. seventy-two hours are almost up she told herself, she was also glad his lack of information gave her a reason to stay at home.

[Bane Orwell]

Bane slowly moved across the bar floor, unable to spot the young witch. He proceeded to the back of the bar and up the stairs to the guest floor. He continued through the hall until he came to the smaller set of stairs that lead up to Wren's private landing. He found himself having to focus on slowing his breathing as he softly climbed the stairs, his boots still clicking despite the soft steps. He stopped before her door and fidgeted.

He was trying to calm himself... she'd been on his thoughts since the day she'd asked him about doing the enchant for her. He'd spent all his available time pushing to get the research done as soon as possible. He was a little worried that he'd been so anxious to find what was needed just to see her again. He took a deep breathe and knocked on her door softly.

[Wren Taylor]

Wren had been sat in a single wooden, high-backed chair, under the window reading, to pass the spare time she had. She had practically wasted the whole of her day reading Little Women; a classic, muggle novel written a few centuries ago.

Turning her head slowly to look at the door, it took her a moment to realise she needed to move to answer it. This better be important she thought I was enjoying that.

Placing the book on the cil, Wren slipped on her patant black dolly shoes and glided across the room to the door. As she opened it she expected to see one of her bar staff there, who had disturbed her too many times today "WHAT IS IT TH---" she turned before she finished her sentence and shut up instantly.

"Mr...urgh...Mr. O-Orwell...I...---Urgh...I'm so sorry" Moving aside, she left the threshold clear for him and bowed her head. "Forgive my rudeness....I thought you were someone else."

[Bane Orwell]

Bane took a slight step back at Wren's shouting, "I'm sorry Mrs. Taylor. If now is a bad time, I can come back later. I assure you it's not a hassle, just send me an owl when you are ready for me."

Bane wasn't used to being shouted at... and the simple fact taht she'd managed to startle him said something. He'd not expected such boldness from her after how he'd seen her in the shop.

[Wren Taylor]

Wren bit her lip with embarressment and distain towards herself. "No..No, please...I---I'm sorry, it's just...I thought you were a member of my staff...I've had one girl bug me nonstop today and...well...i'm sorry."

Looking up at him, her eyes were big and apologetic "Can I offer you a drink? Anything you want, it's on the house." Lifting her heel up towards her ass, she played with a tiny bit of loose rubber on the sole of her shoe. "Oh..urmm...and not wanting to jump down your throat, Sir, but it's Miss Taylor if you please....I'm not married." She winced slightly at the thought of her ex-husband but shook it off in the same motion.

[Bane Orwell]

Bane gave a slight bow as he stepped forward, "My apologies, Miss Taylor, I just assumed a pretty young girl like you would be married."

As bane passed her, he couldn't stop himself from eye-ing over her again. With her leg bent as it were, she had a tantalizing look about her. He had to fight to suppress a smile from spreadign across his face and still only half succeeded.

"I'll only have a drink if you are, Ma'am." Bane replied once he was through the threshold and past her.

[Wren Taylor]

Titling her torso to the side slightly still fiddling with the rubbrt, as she swung the door closed behind Bane, she had a young look about her, one of that a thirteen or fourteen year old girl would have. Gently lowering her foot to the floor again, she had to hold back from skipping over to him. "Please...make yourself at home" she motioned to the room before them.

It had a large rug in the centre with two more of the high back wooden chairs, like the one under the window, an old tattered arm chair that Nikkita had used to sharpen her claws on and a couch that was a deep autumn red. They were all positioned around a great black jet and marble fire place that was crackling away lowly.

"What would you like to drink Mr. Orwell? I have everything up here that is available in the bar, plus items that are not. I have almost anything you can think of up here."

She was a lot livelier than she had been in the store, and this probably only added to him thinking she was a nut job. But then again the wizarding world was known to be a bit loopy at times.

[Bane Orwell]

Bane strode over to the couch and sat down gently, his eyes practically glued to the small, young woman. She looked amazingly young, though he was thrown off by her avoidance of the subject of marriage. Perhaps there was more there, but it wasn't his place to press. Her behavior here compared to the shop also made him wonder about her. This girl seemed to be a rather complex person.

"I trust your tastes in drinks well enough to allow you to decide, Miss Taylor. Though if we're going to be conducting business frequently on this little project, it might just be easier if you call me Bane. I've never been one to insist on formalities."

[Wren Taylor]

"If we are dropping all formalities....please, call me Wren" she insisted. Her voice was high and chirpy. She was glad the meetings were to be held here instead of at the store or another public place. She could be herself, in her own home which always made coping with things easier.

Heading towards the kitchen, Wren spun only her head round to look back at Bane "Alcoholic, non-alcoholic, magickal or muggle?" she aksed, then she held her breath as she paused; "Forgive me...I am on about drinks....could you care to narrow it down for me please? My collection is extensive, and it would take me forever to decide otherwise."

[Bane Orwell]

Bane couldn't help but smile widely, "Mis... Wren, I'll take something magical, alcoholic, and something not normally stocked. Your statement that you have items not normally served at the bar has me intrigued."

She seemed alot more relaxed now... and for some reason so did he. He had to keep his head on straight.... last thing he needed was scaring her away by being forward again like at the shop.

[Wren Taylor]

Matching his smile, Wren skipped off to the kitchen, her blonde hair bouncing around her face.

Rummaging around the kitchen, quite a few clunks, clanks and crashes could be heard before there was complete silence again. Pulling out a cocktail shaker, in a flash she had poured liquids from 3 different bottles into it and started to shake it up. In the bottom of the glass she put a slice of peach that had been cut into a crescent moon shape.

Pulling another bottle out of the overhead cupboard, Wren added a few drops of that into the mixer as well and shook for a few more minutes then finally poured it into the cocktail glass.

The liquid was a dark royal blue with, what seemed like silver glitter in it. As she filled the glass, the peach rose to the top and stayed positioned in the centre of the glass. Grabbing a tray, she gently put it down but doubtful of herself, she also picked up a glass and a bottle of triple malt butter-whiskey and a minature bottle of white wine and a glass for herself.

"I hope you don't mind...I brought you something to try" she half-mumbled meekly as she walked into the room, tray in hand. Placing it down on a small coffee table that was infront of the couch, she picked up the cocktail glass and handed it to him shyly.

"It's peppermint peach butter beer....without the butter; and in the form of a cocktail" she almost whispered, "with a bit of art thrown in on the side." She signalled to the silver in the drink and the peach slice. "There's a certain liquid I have back there that causes that effect....it looks like the night sky" she whispered shyly. "I brought you butter-whisky as well incase you didn't like it...it's rather adventerous of me...." Finally taking a seat on the tattered armchair, she kept her head bowed down, she was waiting for him to refuse it...

[Bane Orwell]

Bane reached forward and took the cocktail glass, a smile on his face, "It sounds delicious. And it looks quite beautiful. I can see why you own a bar if you cna create such a magnificent work of art out of a drink."

Bane took a small sip and sighed with pleasure from the liquid. He eagerly took another gulp of the drink, a rather large one at that, "Wren, this is delicious. I must say, I've never tasted anything quite like it. I"m normally someoen who takes a stronger drink, but this is quite satisfying."

[Wren Taylor]

Wren lowered her head, her hair falling by her face again, and blushed. "Th-thank you" she whispered towards the ground. "I like to experiment.....it kills time when i'm up here by myself." As she said that, Nikkita, her black kitten bounded silently into her lap and curled up. "Well almost by myself" she laughed lightly.

Stroking the kitten, her eyes glided back up to look across at Bane, but not meeting his eyes this time. She could still feel her cheeks burning and was trying her hardest to hide them.

[Bane Orwell]

Bane could see her blush slightly through her hair and gave a warm smile, "Alone, really? I really find it hard to believe that you would find yourself without company. I mean, surely someone as lovely and sweet as you can't be lacking in friends and companions."

Bane took another sip of the drink Wren had made him than set it down on the tray, not wanting to drink more without her having a drink as well.