mogget_cat | Terrible Triad Touring Agency: New Orleans

Yrael grins as she steps out from the bar and into the deserted alleyway and the New Orleans early evening. She glances over her shoulder to see Liz and Nikola follow her through the door, which closes behind them.

"We've got a while before I have to be there for my gig," she grins at them, "so I thought I'd show you around the French Quarter."

Since, and she may be ever so slightly sheepish about this, she hasn't gotten around to doing so before.

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"Yes, let's."

Luckily for them, they are faster than the average patron, and Nikola manages to snag a table that becomes free before anyone else has a chance.

Nikola has amazing table snagging skills. So says the smug smirk that Liz has.

"It's very busy here. Must be amazing coffee and beignets." Yes, Liz is sad in her knowledge of the place's amazing stuff.

"World famous coffee and beignets," she grins as they take the table, and not just at the looks on their disappointed competitors' faces.

Edited Date: 2010-01-08 05:47 am (UTC)

Nikola pulls out chairs for them before taking his own seat. "It's one of those things you absolutely must do when you come to New Orleans."

Liz slips into one of the chairs with a grin.

"Well then I'll count my blessings I have such lovely guides to make sure I don't miss things like this."

A young man soon extracts himself from the hustle and bustle to come take their order.

"Beignets and coffee for three?" Yrael suggests, looking at her guests. Ordering is simple, at Cafe du Monde.

"How do you take your coffee?"

Nikola nods his agreement. "Black with sugar," he says. Strong too, of course.

Liz nods as well. "With cream until it's a caramel color," she answers with a smile.

"Cream for me, too," Yrael smiles up at the waiter, who thanks them and goes off to see to their orders.

The people are lively tonight, the noise from the French Market audible even at this distance, mingling with the jazzy sounds of a brass band playing on the steps of a large building across the wide, pedestrian-filled street.

Nikola leans back in his seat, watching the activity around them with interest.

Liz probably looks like a kid in a candy store since they're just sitting and enjoying the atmosphere, or a very ADD cat. Hazel eyes darting from this or that only to return again, all with a smile on her face.

Yrael sits back, comfortably, smiling as she watches her friends watch the city move around them.

There are everywhere people talking, friends laughing, occasional strangers passing smiles to one another with a wry sense of bonhomie. The night is permeated with music: Jazz from the street corners and hole-in-the-wall bars, snatches of the deep bass pounding of dance music heard each time the doors of one of the larger, neon-lit clubs open. Calls of sellers in the French Market can be heard, selling fresh fish and foods and goods, both local and from every point of the globe. The aromas on the air are of sharp, dark-roasted coffee, of frying dough and carmelizing sugar, of slow-cooked rice, beans, spices and hot-pepper sausage from the cajun restaurant across the way, of people. The city is very much alive, and the not'cat smiles.

"How do you like my city, my friends?"

Edited Date: 2010-01-10 05:45 pm (UTC)

Nikola takes in all the sights, sounds, and smells with the air of someone who believes them all to be for his benefit.

"It's exactly as it should be."

Liz grins, absorbing everything like she's committing it to memory for later. It's amazing and she may have to see if maybe Yrael would mind bringing her more often.

"I love it. It feels so much more alive than my city." Which has nothing to do with the fact that vampire are running the city and everything to do with just New Orleans and the people who live and run the city.

"I am glad it meets with your approval," she smiles, "And I do apologize for not showing it to you both sooner. It is something that is better shared."

Their waiter soon returns with three mugs of strong coffee, and a plate piled high with beignets, with mountains of powdered sugar on them.

"You're forgiven," Nikola says, smiling. "Though I have the feeling Rio is going to have to pull out all the stops to compete with both your cities by the time we get around to it."

"Of course you're forgiven," Liz grins. "I'm sure each city of ours has it's own perk that the others do not." Which will leave them all grinning about all three cities.

"I can't wait to see them both," Yrael says, grinning as she takes a beignet for herself and bites into it.

One of the best things about wearing white, none of the powdered sugar shows if it gets on you.

Of course, one can always tap the beignet against the plate to shake off the excess, if one wanted to go the safe route.

Nikola does go the safe route. One of the worst things about wearing black is that the powdered sugar always shows.

"What's next on the agenda here?"

"Well," Yrael says, smiling lopsidedly as she eats her beignet with improbable neatness. "We have just enough time to enjoy our beignets and coffee at our leisure, before we should probably head back to the club."

She actually does have to show up to her own gig.

"Why?" Nikola teases. "They can't start without you after all."

Liz takes a sip of her coffee, smiling behind the rim of the cup.

As her cup gets put down on the table, "But that means I have to wait looonger to see her preform in a professional stage." She highly doubts that Yrael preforming at the club and Yrael sitting at a piano in Milliways compare.

"And I do enjoy the idea of continuing to perform there, with the good will of the managers still there to take advantage of," she points out with a grin and a beignet'd hand-gesture for emphasis.

"Oh, fine," Nikola says, feigning annoyance. "We can get you to the club on time."

Liz leans and bumps Nikola lightly with a grin. At least she's careful that her beignet doesn't come close to his clothes? "We can find some other reason for you to be fashionably late somewhere."