Entrance

[arianette]

"..Oh yes. I'm finding the knife was the best to look at myself in.." Aria was jesting, a slight smile spreading across her face. "No, no. Everything tastes wonderful. But as you can see, I'm alone...I was curious if it would be too impertenant of me to ask if you want to join me?" She gestured to the seat in front of her. "Nothing would be out of your pocket, and your boss and I are old friends." She smirked. "Besides, if you aren't willing to eat the food in your own resturant, then perhaps I shouldn't come her any longer."

She wasn't expecting any particular answer, just enjoying herself for once.

[sebastian]

"No, no. Everything tastes wonderful. But as you can see, I'm alone...I was curious if it would be too impertenant of me to ask if you want to join me?" She gestured to the seat in front of her. "Nothing would be out of your pocket, and your boss and I are old friends." She smirked. "Besides, if you aren't willing to eat the food in your own resturant, then perhaps I shouldn't come her any longer.

Sebastian cocked an eyebrow and stared at the blonde for a moment. Glancing around the resturaunt, he scratched the back of his neck and considered the odd request.

"Well," He began, "I must admit, that isn't what I was expecting when Thomas told me you were looking for me--I would be lying if I said I wasn't disappointed. I was truly expecting to be chewed out. That said, nowhere in my job description does it say I have to accompany desperately lonely customers."

At that moment, his boss began to wave him over angrily. Eyes darting between Arianette and his boss, Sebastian needed to decide who was the lesser of these two evils. Pulling out the chair opposite Arianette, he smiled tightly, "But you must be quite the masochist if you are paying for my company... I suppose I ought to indulge you."

Sitting down, he leaned back in his chair, "My boss is about to come over. You're a convincing young woman--you can explain why I'm not working."

[arianette]

That said, nowhere in my job description does it say I have to accompany desperately lonely customers."

Aria chuckled. "I suppose I must look like one, don't I?" She didn't mind his attitude towards her, not really.

"But you must be quite the masochist if you are paying for my company... I suppose I ought to indulge you."

"You are too kind." She sipped on her wine, seeing the boss coming over.

My boss is about to come over. You're a convincing young woman--you can explain why I'm not working."

"Oh I'll explain it all." When the owner came over, Aria quickly slipped into French as she spoke to him, occasionally gesturing over to Sebastian and herself. Eventually the boss grinned, winking at her, before heading off, smacking another waiter in the back of the head before going in the back.

"Well, I think I took care of that." She grinned. "I apologize for having to prattle in French."

[sebastian]

Noting the wink his boss gave Arianette, Sebastian scowled. What had she just said? Had she said something charmingly witty about him? Had he just been made a fool of? Fuming quietly, Sebastian eyed the pretty blonde with contempt.

"Well, I think I took care of that." She grinned. "I apologize for having to prattle in French."

Watching his boss hit poor old Thomas over the head, Sebastian eyebrows furrowed. "Blamed it all Thomas, 'ave you? And he's the nice one." He clucked his tongue disapprovingly at her. Resting his wrists on the table, Sebastian laced his fingers and stared at the woman.

"Well, miss, though I find your interest in me... flattering, I do not know what I have done to-" Sebastian struggled momentarily to find the correct word in english, "warrant it. My, you aren't selling anything, are you?" He asked, tugging at the lapels of his suit jacket.

[arianette]

Fuming quietly, Sebastian eyed the pretty blonde with contempt.

At the look that she was flashed, Aria simple raised her eyebrows. If he wanted to leave, he was free to get up and walk away. She was amused by his touchyness.

"Blamed it all Thomas, 'ave you? And he's the nice one."

"You assume much. I simply told him that you had worked hard, and I asked you for your company. That it wasn't your fault." She shrugged, smirking. "I suppose he hit Thomas because he couldn't cuff you."

"Well, miss, though I find your interest in me... flattering, I do not know what I have done to-" Sebastian struggled momentarily to find the correct word in english, "warrant it. My, you aren't selling anything, are you?"

Aria paused. She didn't know if offering to speak strictly in german would be appreciated. In fact, she was pretty sure he would be affronted again. "No. I'm a..performer. Singer...I own the Caprice Ballroom." Sipping her wine she smiled. "I like your attitude."

[sebastian]

Sebastian stared at her blankly, "So you're not only vain, but you're a liar too? Because frankly, m'dear, I do not work hard--I never work hard--and it absolutely was my fault... It's always my fault." Throughout his tirade, most of Sebastian's "w's" took on a harsh "v"-sound, his German background making itself very apparently

"I suppose he hit Thomas because he couldn't cuff you."

"And my boss--your friend--is an Essel." He grinned, bearing his very straight, white teeth. "Just like you, I can lie my way out of anything with him..." He was testing her, eager to see what made her tick. Sebastian couldn't explain why, but seeking out a person's peeves was a favorite past time... probably because Sebastian was in a state of perpetual peevishness. Thomas, arguably his only friend, was in a state of perpetual cheerfulness and the only explanation for their continued friendship was that they balanced one another out.

Reaching over, Sebastian wrapped his hand around the glass of her wine and helped himself to a sip, eying Arianette all the while.

"No. I'm a..performer. Singer...I own the Caprice Ballroom." Sipping her wine she smiled. "I like your attitude."

He smirked, "Performer? Well, that explains the vanity and the forwardness. But you own it? Oh, well done you." Clapping slowly, Sebastian smirked bitterly. Seeing as he was never able to properly pursue his own dreams, artists of any nature grated on him.

The comment about his attitude did dumbfound him. What could be so wrong with this woman that he had somehow fascinated her? It had never been his intent.

[arianette]

So you're not only vain, but you're a liar too? Because frankly, m'dear, I do not work hard--I never work hard--and it absolutely was my fault... It's always my fault."

"Glad you have such a...interesting idea of yourself. Surprised you have a job at all; considering you seem to dispise it so." Aria let the comments about her vanity roll off her back. She had some vanity, yes. It came with the territory within her job. And that was fine with her.

"And my boss--your friend--is an Essel." He grinned, bearing his very straight, white teeth. "Just like you, I can lie my way out of anything with him..."

Aria raised an eyebrow. "Are you done now? Honestly, I haven't tied you to that chair...but I can see how you'd lie out of things."

"Performer? Well, that explains the vanity and the forwardness. But you own it? Oh, well done you."

She watched him drink out of her wine, rolling her eyes again, grinning. "Well, vanity does pay my bills; and being forward has always gotten me far. So I can't say that I haven't done well. What do you want out of life, Sebastian? No one wants to be a Host forever..."

There was something under the surface; she wanted to push, push the buttons if he was going to push hers.

[sebastian]

"Are you done now? Honestly, I haven't tied you to that chair...but I can see how you'd lie out of things."

Sebastian raised his eyebrows at the blonde, a humorless laugh escaping his lips. Crossing his arms defensively, Sebastian leaned back in his chair and dropped his chin, staring coldly at the woman. For reasons he could not explain, the blonde was getting to him--and not in the everyday "I hate you for existing" way people got to him. She was prying and picking. Perhaps she liked to find a person's ticks as much as he did. Frankly, it was a favorite past-time of Sebastian's, but, with the tables turned, he found himself increasingly irritated. Had she really sought him out just to analyze him?

"Well, vanity does pay my bills; and being forward has always gotten me far. So I can't say that I haven't done well. What do you want out of life, Sebastian? No one wants to be a Host forever..."

The comment made his muscles tense and his eyes darken. Sebastian, a failed artist himself, could not help but suspect that Arianette was flaunting her own artistic success just to boil him. Setting his jaw and pursing his lips, he leaned towards her.

"Do you really 'vant to know what I want out of life?" He asked in mock earnest. He motioned for her to lean closer, as though he were about to reveal unto her a secret most profound. Looking her dead in the eye, he dropped his voice to whisper, "All I want- all I truly want is for people to go about their stupid little lives and leave me alone."

He smiled tightly before leaning away. "But, miss, as enchanting as your company has been, my shift is over and I need to go pursue my dreams. You know... seeing as working as a host is clearly not up to your standards." He said acidicly, pulling his chair back and standing up.

Stalking away from the table, Sebastian untied his apron and tossed it on a passing waiter's head. He had had enough for the night--the last thing he needed was for someone successful to psychoanalyze his current circumstances.

((OOC: Sorry to storm off, but Sebastian is easily offended (clearly). But this was fun--they should meet up again some time and harass one another XD))