( closed ) where have all the good men gone?

[champions]

WHO: Marisol & Nikos
WHAT: cocktails and gossip (but DRAMATIC)
WHEN: sometime…. recent….
WHERE: Marisol’s mansion
NOTES: they’re such jerks honestly, carried on from a chat

( Being rude as hell, Marisol naturally doesn’t reply to Nikos last grumble. He’ll find his way in, to find the place conspicuously lacking in the usual staff who might be found about. A night off, perhaps.

She is making drinks as he arrives. Mimosas, of course mimosas, because she promised him them and hadn’t yet had a chance to deliver, and she holds one out (prepped to his exact preferences) without looking. There’s a fire burning in the grate, and she holds a cigarillo between her fingers in her other hand, smoke slowly spirally upwards. Typical Marisol opulence and all, but there is something weightier to it that she wouldn’t normally allow to be apparent except in the most trusted company. )

Keeping out of trouble, lately?