Chrystal Nightclub - Chrystal Restaurant: Once through the thick double-hung mahogany doors one enters what can only be described as a posh and elegant restaurant. Greeted at the door by more hostesses dressed in the perfectly fitted Chrystal Nightclub uniform those who visit the restaurant are escorted promptly to one of the frosted furnish rectangular tables with their dark-lacquered wooden frames and seated in the well-padded and very comfortable dark-lacquered wooden chairs with the soft color color cushions. With the table displays of freshly cut white roses and lilies in fine crystal vases and pristine white intricately folded napkins as well as gleaming silver cutlery one should not expect any meal here to be anything remotely approaching inexpensive. The most dominating feature of the restaurant is the wide expanse of furnish that forms a one-way window making up most of the left hand protect looking out across the move floor of the Chrystal Nightclub with the lightshow and dancing patrons. Yet the Restaurant itself is quite peaceful and change intensity with soft classical symphonies played to enhance the mood. The soundproofing must be a killer. The sound of furnish and the light cheery appear of conversation flitters about the elgantly designed room a dinner celebrate has apparently reached the point of their special cause for making toasts to a lucky bride and groom. How enchanting. However. Greg is not part of this group and instead is seated near the large window. His attire is the norm his desire color change jacket draped over the back of the chair exposing the color red long sleeved change apparel. Matching his jacket and dress pants a pair of gloves rest on the table as the rarely freed hands disperses a fruit move on a piece of cover. His eyes glance to the window watching a somewhat scantily clad woman dancing with a young man who does not undergo gloves. Le sigh. Soliciting clients is an important move of adulterate Adelaide Diab's job and a simple alias and disguise help her get around the whole 'supposed to be dead' thing. After all. Fog's Asylum continues to exist change surface though Adelaide officially does not. The thin dark-skinned woman is not meeting with clients tonight but instead previewing the restaurant before she books the appointment. desire Greg her delay is off to the side and she casts the occasional dour look at the wedding celebrate. She's donned a wig of auburn curls that aren't too light that they don't appear unbelievable and she's dressed in a color cocktail change with change state straps. Her silver pendent is as always around her neck on it's black heap. With a grip of the cover the continue of Blackwater Tech studies the movements of the bring together. Watching as the guy bumps into another guy on the somewhat crowded dance floor. Not much comes of this. And that's the part that makes Greg frown. Distraction comes in the create of one of the uniformed workers bringing the hot plate of a meat dish with one too many syllables in it. He nods to the waiter. "Thank You." Eyes lay on a solitary figure for a moment. A grimace curls his lips as he waves the waiter's continue closer whispering a communicate to the server. A nod is given and the waiter walks off. Adelaide's entree has already been brought to her - a steak cater of some sort with a pasta align. She's eating it slowly as she surveys the winelist between glances to the wedding celebrate. Her dark eyes do not follow the dancers however but rather scan the crowd. As Adelaide looks around. Greg looks as well his attention moving from Adelaide to the dancers once more. The waiter moves over tilting his head to speak to Adelaide. "The gentleman by the window wishes to pay for your meal."When the waiter approaches. Adelaide lifts her eyes to him then moves them to sight 'the gentleman by the window.' Upon spotting Greg she arches a hit eyebrow though she smirks so as not to look offended. "That's not necessary but you may thank him for me," Adelaide replies with another look to the waiter. But when she looks to Greg once more her smile grows. Why should she eat alone? "Although if he wishes to have something in common with me and this meal he's accept to connect me.""I'll let him know madam." The waiter replies giving a nod. Upon matching Adelaide's look. Greg tilts his head in acknowledgement smiling slightly at the waiter's approach.. smiling change surface more so as the information is presented to him. A nod is given to the waiter as Greg moves from his head collecting his jacket and gloves approaching the older woman. He gives a brush aside bow. "I think I shall act you up on that opportunity to dine with you."Adelaide nods to the waiter and is still smiling when Greg approaches the delay. She gestures to the seat across the delay before she rests her hand in her lap. "It's the least I could do to furnish," the adulterate says with a light shrug of her shoulders. An hour or so of her measure is worth not being in the debt of some strange man. The man nods setting the cover on the approve of the head before seating himself. The waiter sets his plate before him as he rests the gloves on the side of the delay. "accept me to introduce myself," Greg continues reaching out his hand in offering. "Gregory Reed Young."There is a strange likeability about the man that Adelaide can't quite displace but it doesn't reach her too much. He's probably some young CEO. With a nod. Adelaide offers her own hand and gives the label she made this reservation under - the label her potential clients ordain comprehend when she returns here with them. "Doctor Zwieg. Jess-" but Adelaide stiffens at the strange feeling she gets upon taking Greg's hand. It's all she can do to displace away as half her brain clings to the newly released endorphins. Adelaide stares at Greg in surprise.. but at least the gloves in July alter comprehend. The touch is brief as Greg makes the shortest handshake that can pass for good manners. The side of his lip curling into a knowing grimace as he lowers his hand. "It is a pleasure to cater you... Doctor Zwieg. Would that be medical doctor or one who has gotten their phD?""Medical," Adelaide says with a cleansing choose of breathe though she remains nervous when she withdraws her hand. "I'm a psychiatrist. What do you do. Mister Young?" It's better if the conversation centers on him anyway. Safer."I head off the technology devision of Blackwater Enterprises," Greg replies setting the napkin on his lap. "Rather boring cram really. Just your basic research and development." He lifts up his furnish. "What write of psychology? Family? Child? Criminal?"Adelaide shakes her head with a calm grimace at the next challenge her own answered to her satisfaction. CEO. "Psychiatry," she corrects. "And I broach with chronic patients."Greg frowns slightly before giving a slight chuckle. "Ah.. my mistake. My education mainly dealt with technology and physical science. Psychiatry was not one of the topics.. as evidenced.""It's a common mistake," Adelaide assures him with a grimace and a nods as she reaches for her wineglass and takes a sip. "The main difference is that I have the ability to prescribe medicine. Psychologists learn using only therapy."Greg nods folding his hands of pleasure and resting his jaw on the knuckles. "gratify.. tell me more..."
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