Broken Promise, Kept

Adriana takes a deep breath, the smell of fried food, sugar and incense melding in the air. "If needing a coronary in five years is considered safe." Her eyes widen at the gaudy display in front of her, and she forces them shut, rubbing her brow with a hand.

Her lanky shadow jumps from the roof of the cab where it lounged and slips into the crowds which give seem to part as the Red Sea, the briefest glimpse of matted hair visible through the press, and a musky, sharp odor that slips away on the wind.

"Liv in the now" I answer then catching the actions of her guardian more then a small amount disconcerting "Shall we? Like i said I am thirsty" I don't really wait for her walking into the cafe and finding the normal place I sat empty I take it, smiling at the confused look the waitress gives me "one roman red soup and a coke please" I ask smiling as her confused look deepens. Then when Adriana joins me "I have been wanting to do that for months."

The waitress nodded slowly and jotted down the order as she looked to Adriana. "Is there anything I can get you miss?" She shifted slightly as she stood there slightly wondering just what a 'roman red soup' was. Of course, she knew that the cook here would know what it was but still, it was strange all the same.

I try to give the Waitress a winning smile some mischief is just too rich to pass up, to bad Liv isn't here. then as the wheels in my head begin to turn, I grin and finger the locket i had snapping it open to Liv's Picture I Murmur "I am already here, Come by yourself she said, you bring one she brings one, we are at the hawks wind." then after a thought "there should be something waiting for you to eat when you get here. hurry this will be too much fun to miss" snapping it closed again I smile at Adriana "we will have one more coming and i don't know if the Ladies Other companion will join us aswell or not. but for the other a grilled tuna sandwich and blackberries, I would like a coke, but she will likely want water" sometimes having this memory is a good thing " I look expectantly at Adrianna waiting for her to make a selection on her food.

A few minutes later, a slim, dark figure in denims comes through the door. A call of welcome goes up from the bar, and several of the go-go waitresses prance over to kiss and high-five.
"Hey sweet thing, you singing tonight?"
"Honey, I need me a real woman's song tonight!"
The bartender slides a drink across the bar, but Liv waves a hand with a slight smile, passing it by. Amid a crowd of admirers, Liv glances around, spots her friend and smiles.
Beside Liam, Adrianna grinds her teeth.
I drop into the chair. "Sorry it took so long, apparently the priests of Dagon are making a mess of twelfth street again."

"Breath daughter of Y's some things should never be made to wait, and the rules were followed, you have one, she has one." I shake my head "they still haven't figured out why i look familiar yet and I would share that bit of mischief with a friend and with a worthy acquaintance." I shake my head "besides good food should always be shared, unless you live on mead and wine like some old gods did"

"Ah, we tried that one night, if you remember it went badly." I grin as the food is slipped in front of me. "My my, this is familiar. Has anybody told you that you're a sentimentalist, Liam?"

"Go from no memory to more memory then anyone has a right too and you would be the same way" I smirk at her mischief ah it is good to relax, even if we are meeting with someone who is opposing us "that and a good meal usually helps peaceful talking" the tone of 'if i can play nice anyone can' very apparent to both. "though where is our fourth miss Ab'ys" she Scowls at me before muttering some excuse to the bathroom and heading in that direction "I think i may have pissed her off"

I think it's easy to do." I murmur in reply, pulling bits of fish out of my sandwich and holding them out for Ailin to nibble. She trills appreciatively, her little wings tickling my neck.
The trill becomes a hiss as Adrianna slides back into her seat, and Ailin curls against the back of my neck. She snaps her tiny fangs. I bop her lightly on the nose. "Be polite."

"seems like most people need to relax," I mutter Aimee trilling something odd "anyways, before we get caught up in the joy that is this era I might suggest we start talking about why we wanted to meet up and be peacefull" I smile again "thought i didn't realize you had sang here liv or i would have looked for a different place, must be getting old"

"Don't worry about it. I sing here about once every other week." I reply, "Good tips, friendly crowd, and it's nice to sing some more upbeat stuff. Besides, it gives me a chance to expand my repertoire into more American music, which is cool. That and they give their performers drinks and meals free, so it'll save us some cash."
Adrianna drums her finger on the table. I smile slightly. "Sorry, shop talk. What venues do you play? You must bring down quite a bit with a gift like yours." I'm putting off the necessary words and I know it. But somehow, now that I'm here, I find it hard to jump right into it. 'Hi, I'm your half sister and I need your help talking round the Lords of the Fae' doesn't trip off the tongue.

Adriana's eyes go cold. "I play where the people are," she says crossing her arms. "But you know that... Like calls unto like." The venom lies under the words, an accusation unspoken.

"True enough." I say, trying to ignore the undertone. "I busk mostly myself, but it's nice to play venues on occasion."
She glares at me for a long moment. On my shoulder, Ailin hisses again.
"Sorry about her," I say, chagrined, "I haven't quite got her trained." I sing three soft, soothing notes, imagining Ailin's pillow back and imbuing the image with the contentment she always displays curled up on it . She settles, her little wings folding back against her sides.

She eyes the serpent a moment before turning her eyes back to Liv. "You wanted to talk; then let's. My escort will grow impatient if this goes to long." She touches her bag beneath her seat, just out of sight of the others, the strings yielding slightly within the grasp of the velvet sack. Drawing strength from the reassuring feel.

I nod slowly. So much for friendly overtures. "Okay. I have a project I'm working on. Something big. And I could use another voice in it, if you're interested."