[It’s around 11 PM when they arrive at the Red Divine. Unlike Henry, Amelia has not dressed up. If asked about it, she just says “I haven’t decided on a look yet,” and leaves it at that. When they arrive she’s still dressed in her casual and modest clothing and it doesn’t look like she’s brought anything else with her.
She nods and gives Henry a small smile as he opens the door for her.]
Thank you. We’re a little early but that’s fine.
[The interior of the Red Divine is as rich as its name. Dim but warm lighting washes over the wooden counter and stool seats. Glasses and bottles of various liquors gleam under the lamps. There’s a stage with a grand piano and working sound system near the back and there are two musicians in the middle of working on adjusting the speakers and their guitars already while guests mill about drinking, chatting, and winding down for the evening. Around the stage are tall standing tables draped with red table cloths, set up for the audience who are there for the performance.
Amelia leads Henry to the bar counter first.]
We don’t have to sit near the front just yet. When I go here, I usually just linger at the counter to nurse a drink until Simone, the singer comes out.
… I don’t think we’ve done any drinking at home, have we? Unless you’ve been in my cabinet without me knowing.
[Henry has probably noticed by now, during his prolonged stay that the witch does treat herself generously to dark reds from time to time.]
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She nods and gives Henry a small smile as he opens the door for her.]
Thank you. We’re a little early but that’s fine.
[The interior of the Red Divine is as rich as its name. Dim but warm lighting washes over the wooden counter and stool seats. Glasses and bottles of various liquors gleam under the lamps. There’s a stage with a grand piano and working sound system near the back and there are two musicians in the middle of working on adjusting the speakers and their guitars already while guests mill about drinking, chatting, and winding down for the evening. Around the stage are tall standing tables draped with red table cloths, set up for the audience who are there for the performance.
Amelia leads Henry to the bar counter first.]
We don’t have to sit near the front just yet. When I go here, I usually just linger at the counter to nurse a drink until Simone, the singer comes out.
… I don’t think we’ve done any drinking at home, have we? Unless you’ve been in my cabinet without me knowing.
[Henry has probably noticed by now, during his prolonged stay that the witch does treat herself generously to dark reds from time to time.]