A Warm Drink (open)

[Emilian Sota]

It was chilly outside, a strong wind blowing. It had whipped Emilian's hair and cloak away from and around him, bringing chills to his skin. He ducked into the nearest shop, which turned out to be a dingy pub which he would not normally have chosen. He tugged his cloak close around him, though there was no longer a wind, the chill stayed in his skin, seeming to go even unto his bones. He ordered a warm drink and sat near one of the dirty windows, thinking about what had happened in the last few days and of his conversation with Pandora.

[Pandora D'Winter]

Pandora was setting in the hogshead it wasn't exactly the type of place that people would think to find her so she was able to hang out there without any kind or interruption. She had a long forest green cloak wrapped around her and pulled down over most of her face so that if someone she did know showed up it would be her choice whether to speak to them of not. She was seated in a booth where she could watch the door as she thought. She was just sinking into her mind when she saw a familiar figure come in from outside, for a moment she didn't understand what he would be doing here but she got up and walked over to where he was. "Hello darling." She said sweetly a smile spreading across her lips wondering if he would recognize her.

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian looked up at the familiar voice. "Now why would you have such a pretty face covered up, Dora Dear?" he asked, looking up under the edge of her hood. It was a surprise to him that he was actually glad to see her. Parts of their conversation fought for domininance in his mind but he tried to ignore them and focus on the here and now.

[Pandora D'Winter]

Pandora smirked he was smart "So I don't have to answer questions from just anyone. I'm surprised to see you here doesn't seem to be exactly your kind of establishment." She sat across from him and pulled back the hood it really didn't have much of a use anymore.

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian glanced around the place, disgust evident in his eyes. "It was the closest warm place to where I was walking." The man from the bar came over and clunked down a grimy mug which Emilian stared at for a few moments as the man walked away. "Are they serious?" he asked her as he ran a finger over the edge of it, the finger came away dirty.

[Pandora D'Winter]

Pandora smirked "Yeah you bring your own mug or your taking your life into your hands." And she wouldn't even particularly recommend that for someone who wasn't used to a place like that, she was pretty sure that whatever they served here was probably not the quality he was used to it was a bit of an acquired taste. "So what have you been up to?" She figured that she had waited enough time to where it wasn't jumping the poor guy.

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian pushed the drink away before folding his hands on the table and looking up at her. "Nothing really, just thinking mostly. And you?" It was safe to assume that she had went and spoken to Michael, and he wanted to know what they had talked about, though he hoped she would be kind enough to provide the information without him having to ask.

[Pandora D'Winter]

"Socializing." Pandora wondered if he wanted to know about what Michael and her had spoken about and decided that he probably did "Michael and I had an interesting conversation about you." it was the easiest way to address what had happened that night.

[Emilian Sota]

"I assumed as much," Emilian said, fighting the urge to just flat out ask what had been said. He watched her, trying to gleam any kind of inclination as to what had happened, but at that moment he couldn't tell anything.

[Pandora D'Winter]

"He had some issues believing that I was friends with you. Something about us and them I don't know." Pandora understood a bit where he was coming from but it was still a bit too much. "He also seems to see your way different then you do."

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian nodded, he understood where Michael was coming from, it was how they had both been raised. "What do you mean, my way?" he asked, slightly confused.

[Pandora D'Winter]

"The way you guys were brought up, the way you are, the way the things were, the way life is, everything." Pandora had forgotten that she had a habit of abbreviating things when she was thinking of too many things at once. "He's looks at the past and present through who he is now, not who he was then."

[Emilian Sota]

"So you mean if I spoke to him, he would have a different view of everything that had happened than he did a year ago?" he asked, to make sure he was following what she was saying. "Does he remember it differently?"

[Pandora D'Winter]

"Yeah he does," She didn't know if Michael had always looked at things differently then Emilian but she knew that he definately did now.

[Emilian Sota]

"How does he remember it?" he asked, unable to resist the urge any longer. He was anxious to know how he was now viewed in Michael's eyes.