Dinner and a play (Salem/Daken)

[james]

Tonight was another typical night in the large city of New York, a city that never sleeps. Lights were dimming as salads were being served to the audience to start the meal as the play began. And at one of these tables sat alone a man that people that currently new him would not even think he'd ever step foot in such a place. A dining theatre. This man, middle-aged with a warn leather jacket hanging on the back of the chair in which he sat in. Kindly thanking the waiter as a salad covered lightly with ranch and french on it was set infront of... Logan? A mutant known for aggression and temper was sitting down eating while watching a play put on by Broadway.

Was this normal for him? Many would think not but also when did he ever tell people where he went when he left. At least this was a place he figured someone would least think of looking for him. Did any of the Xmen new he was here? No. His daughter? No. Rogue or Jean? No. Finally completely alone away from all others as he sat relaxed eating a salad watching an orchistra muscial play. Shadowed in the dark Logan greatfully ate his salad in piece seeing the opening act of the production. For once peaceful....

[viviana]

Pointed in the right direction, and given a quick briefing on she who she was looking for, Salem casually strolled into Wolverine's section. Her fiendish new friend had let her know exactly where it was that his father was seated, thanks to his nose. Whether or not Daken would stay there, in the threate, to watch whatever was to transpire, was unknown to her. Honestly, she did not care one way or the other if he was there or not. It would make no difference. The idea of him watching her work from the shadows, with complete and utter confidence, would not make the quality of her job lessen. She was just as good at what she did with an audience as she was going solo.

She had borrowed the outfit she wore today from Daken's collection. It was a tight, halter top style, dominantly white dress that hugged every inch of her luscious frame like a second skin, and came just to her mid-thigh. The print on the dress was scattered along the smooth fabric, large black and grey roses, some were blank, while others had petals studded with little purple crystals. The chest hem drooped down loosely in the front, open, it exposed her ample E cup bust and toned stomach all the down to just below her pierced navel. The jewelry that hung from it was a simple, silver dangle of ten tiny chains ending with purple jewels. Just below her breasts, the loose hem was held together by two thin, silver chains, both two inches long, they over lapped one another in a small X. They were meant only to hold the fabric in place to prevent any accidental exposure. Behind, the fabric exposed her exotic olive toned skin all the way to her lower back, and was pulled up just a tad my her rear end. Across her well endowed rear, was a large black and grey rose with little purple gems on each petal, just like the pattern on the front. On her feet were a pair of three inch, open toed heels which were black in shade and slightly shiny in the light from their silken fabric covering. A large, black leather purse hung at her left side from thick straps that looped over her shoulder. Within it were her usual items: pens, pencils, notebooks, makeup, and the newest to that list of common things, four glass vials of blood, closed with wooden corks. These vials were her insurance policy in the heavily unlikely event that something terrible should go down.

Her make up for the evening had been surprisingly light when compared to the usual grey or black smokey eye she often wore. Tonight, it was a collection of almost nude shades that brought just a slight pop to her odd, grey colored almond shaped eyes. A thin line of black eye liner had been applied to her top and bottom lids, and a just enough black mascara coated her long lashes to make them stand out. Her deep pink lips were full and sweetly shaped, they had been left untouched other than a dab of clear chap stick. She let her waist length hair hang freely and do whatever it pleased. In this case, the ebony strands of her mane had curled into loose silken ringlets and framed her pretty face well.

She stalked up close to look him over for a few minutes in silence. He was eating a crisp salad, and watching a nice, relaxing play in the calmest of manners. Was this really the man so heartless and cold that he had murdered his own, loving wife and left his unborn son for dead? It seemed so far fetched suddenly as she stared on. The image Daken had given her of this man, the very image Daken himself had for him, it seemed like none-sense. Ah, but her companion was a master actor and very well concealed when he chose to be. Perhaps that was what she was seeing now in his father? Surely, he was the ruthless monster she had come to understand him as, he had to be!

She faintly bore Daken's scent from being in his presence for so long. She knew, though, that Wolverine would not recognize it. It was her understanding that Daken had masked his scent when he had confronted his father. That little fight would surely make her task now a great deal harder, but she knew she could still do it with ease. If what Salem had decided to wear would not catch Wolverine's interest, her own scent surely would. She reeked of blood, and it would be powerful enough for a sense of smell as strong as his to quickly notice. Though, the sickening metallic aroma would be undetected by human senses, making her appear harmless. Such a thing would signal her as a threat of some sort to most, but she knew she was in no danger here. They were in public after all, with innocent humans surrounding them. Attacking her, a beautiful female who had done nothing wrong, would end in the loss of far more lives than her own. Her clever tongue would insure that she had his partial trust by the time their encounter was over, so there was no cause for concern.

After watching the man for a few moments from afar, she made her way to him. There was an empty chair at his table, directly across from him. She aimed to take it. She flashed him a smile, her white pearls gleaming even in the dim light of the dining area.

"May I join you? I'd rather not sit alone tonight."

She asked softly, her high pitched voice heavily feminine and faintly carrying a hint of her Russian ancestry. As curious as it was, it also sounded as if the female carried a mild Middle Eastern twinge in her tone as well. All of this was faint, and took a careful ear like Wolverine's to truly notice.

[james]

When the scruff brute was done with his salad a waiter was there to clear his table of his plate and to place a small basket of bread to nibble on while waiting for the main course. As he waited it wasn't unknown to him being watched from afar, eyes could be felt and seen at a glance of whom just glanced at him in innocence. Though giving no knowledge as he was enjoying his night alone watching a pleasant play, he still kept himself reserved as the strangers scent lingered. Not even was she close yet but her aroma was laced heavily of blood, though her skin was clean it was pretty much soaked into her. A fighter perhaps? Also a more faint masculine oder was clinging to her, if a boyfriend could smell this good and that wasn't his scent he'd for sure have a few choice words to give

If this far was trying to use any element of surprise it wasn't working that well, the only sounds were the play otherwise audience was speechless. The click click tap tap of heels echoed in his ears as Logan could tell the woman was narrowing in on him. The beat of her heart seemed mostly regular as he looked over his shoulder to her before her lyrics flowing. Eyes danced from her heels to her long slender complimenting legs to hem of the mostly white dress. It caught his attention of how well endowed the woman was as the dress hugged her possessively to flaunt them. A smirk curled on the mans lips as he did enjoy the sight of an attractive woman.

The colors of her apparel contrasted and complimented her, what seemed naturally tanned, darker skin complexion. The dark flowing ringlets seemed to be the icing framing her face and pointing down to her most intentionally mostly open bust. Not unusual for a man like him over the years to encounter many women attempting to seduce him in any manner to get what they want. It amused him that American women were nearly jokes compared to the Japanize women, though keeping this thought to himself as her heard her words out.

" Please I don't mind.... Take a seat..." he gestured with subtle movement of his hand. Logan knew there was some motive of her presence as not the average woman carried the scent of blood so strongly, not even on their menstrual cycle. Sitting back in his chair he crossed his arms while looking at her, mostly expressionless face gave suddle smile before he spoke," Though I don't mind your company at all ma'am but if correct your boytoy will be rather upset if he finds out you dined out with another man." there was amusement in his voice as he intentionally used 'boytoy' not boyfriend as she didn't look like one to succumb to the mostly equal relationship of the status. To Logan she seemed the more dominate type of how she presented herself to him and the confidence of how she dressed as well.

Finally the waiter came back with a covered plate and set it on Logan's side of the table. Taking lid off to reveal the content of chicken parmesan with cooked steaming vegetables, a piece of garlic bread. The man also set down another plate for the extra Logan had ordered a bloody rare steak as well, but before he even touched his food he grabbed the waiters arm," Hey Bub get the Lady's order before ya walk off." almost double guessing himself the waiter turned to Salem to take her order.