Jewel (Open)

There were many benefits to wealth when one pulled it from sources they didn't need to overly concern themselves with.

Couple that with the recent departure of Anthony from the nest and young Ivory was finally fully enjoying the fruits of the Strip.

Tonight's helping? The Jewel.

The air itself was intoxicating to the Spring in its own way, a mixture of sweat, perfumes, and even the metallic scent of the fog machines only added to the aroma and that said nothing of the raw desire that pulsed within. 

What better view was there than a booth overlooking the throng beneath? And tonight Ivory had opted to have it all by herself. A few had tried to join, of course. A few college students here, a fuckboi or two there, and even now the Fairest was hosting a dull blonde gushing about joining her sorority while two of her "sisters" flanked her. The older girls spoke of it less so, the regal disinterest of Ivory having long cracked their pride. Still, to her credit Ivory was granting the freshman a modicum of her attention... until a crystalline glint caught her eye. 

Molten gold eyes found Rose easily and the Spring was not hiding her interest, resting her elbow on the rail as a hand pushed stark white hair behind an elfin ear. Should she catch the Wizened's gaze? A small smile would form on her lips, flashing subtly fanged teeth as a silent invitation. 

As for the other girls? Nigh forgotten and waved away by the Hunterheart's free hand before she grabbed her cocktail, a cosmopolitan. They got the hint, eventually, and soon Ivory heard them shuffle out of her space, with one granting a mumbling, "Bitch..." as they went. 

Ivory, however, was unbothered and her gaze did not move.

Did it please Ivory that the sculpted beauty below understood her silent summons?

Absolutely.

The smile remains, following the Rose as she ascends to Ivory's perch. Still, even as Kai looks out to the crowd, the dragon's eyes remain on the Wizened with a mixture of interest and amusing.

"Only when someone of interest moves through it," she responds before gesturing to a seat, inviting the Summer join her, "Abigail or Abbie. Whatever."

Ivory refrained from using her title among the Lost in such a space. Pulsating as the music was, the idea of a mundane hearing her referred to as Ivory was a headache she would prefer to ignore.

"Care for a drink, Kai?" she offers.

To the average person, Ivory does a good job of hiding her motivations, but not so under Kai Rose's trained eye. 

With her seemingly superhuman sense of empathy, the Wizened is able to determine that, while Ivory does find her very attractive, the Fairest's motivations are not driven by anything overly lewd. Her goal is not to bed Kai, but she clearly possesses an interest in the Polychromatic. Given Ivory's dismissal of the mundane sorority girls earlier, it seems apparent that she has found the arrival of another Lost to be far more interesting and welcome company than the mundane throng around them. In short, Ivory is bored of human company and sees a chance of a more fulfilling evening now that she has succeeded in gaining Kai's interest. 

"The pleasure is mine," she coos, her tone edging on the side of friendly. 

A simple signal to the server ensures Kai's beverage finds its way on Ivory's tab.

"Oh, no. Not exactly," she answers, her tone casual, "I've lived here full time for about a year now, although I visited off and on. Naturally."

Then a small drink of the cosmopolitan.

"And yourself? I can't recall seeing you before - and I feel as though I would remember," she says, allowing the genuine nature of the compliment to lift from her lips, "Then again, I was out of the game for a while."

The final statement is punctuated with a broad gesture to their surroundings, indicating the nightlife the pulsed around them.

Golden eyes glance to the subtly shifting colors as Kai seems to settle in. Her smile widens a moment as the Wizened seems inclined to continue conversation. The crystalline form alone is enough to draw Ivory's interest, but it is the subtle statements Kai provides that garnered most of her attention.

Ah. Court affiliation.

"I have a love for Spring myself," Ivory says, "but I find the Summer here invigorating... and I can stand the heat."

A half-truth, abundant sunscreen was necessary during the hot Vegas summers, but that wasn't what Ivory was referring to. The words were somewhat clunky, but, hey, gotta evidence your goodwill with the Iron Spear somehow, right?

Then came a soft nod. There was a brief glint of solemn quietness in her features, but it was gone in moments as Ivory's charm quickly returned.

"Mhmm, responsibilities, settling in, finding the right people to manage accounts... It's was dull, if I'm honest," she offered, "but Vegas has no shortage of distractions and I'm finally at a time where I can enjoy this... new chapter."

Ivory's freehand cupped her cheek while the elbow found it's place on the table.

"And what brought you to Vegas of all places?" she asked, "The neon? The glamour? Or something more invigorating?"

A look of contented satisfaction spreads across Ivory's face as Kai offers her compliments in regards to the her own financial success. A soft nod is offered as the Summer beauty raised her glass. Delicate fingers raise the cocktail glass.

"To success and new friends then?" She offers, moving to click her glass to Kai's should the Summer accept.

Afterwards the dragon sips her drink gently.

"Agreed," she says as Kai mentions the appeal of Vegas' stability, "My reasonings were much the same.. My last little haunt was Pittsburgh."

A light laugh sounds from the dragon's throat as Kai mentions the high of their surroundings. The golden gaze returns to the crowd, following Kai's motion.

"That's... an understatement, but it does have its appeal doesn't it?" The dragon pondered.

They feel so much...

"And the cocktails. The cocktails are a nice plus."

Kai seemed pretty straightforward, bereft of the usual projections Ivory saw among many in her own Court. Which was equally perplexing and welcome to the dragon. The Verdant Court was an elegant dance of words and the bluntness of a Summer could be refreshing now and then.

That wasn't to say the Wizened lacked grace, of course.

"Hmmm?" Ivory sounds, her attention being drawn back to Kai as she speaks of Ivory's lack of attendants, "Ah, I am not well known. There may be no other like me here in Vegas, but I haven't been around long. The crew still see me now and again at... parties put together by mutual friends, but I've kept my distance beyond the usual expectations. Like I said, I need my ducks in a row. Still..."

There is a cause as Ivory considers on how best to describe her lack of an entourage in more detail, but, ultimately, simply shrugs and chooses the blunt approach.

"I lack the pull," she admitted plainly, "I doubt they see me as a figure worth knowing. For now."

The last words were accompanied with a smirk abound with quiet pride, the subtle fangs within lending the motion a predatory edge. Ivory bore little fear in others knowing she did not intend to remain idle. The dragon knew she had resources other Lost did not. It was not a matter of how Ivory would find her place in the Emerald Court in her mind, but when. All she needed to do was identify the right opportunities to nudge in order to result in a placement she favored.

"Anyway, color me flattered," she says, her tone almost thankful, "I may sit here and preen, but you, Kai, are absolutely gorgeous. I'm surprised that you're alone yourself."

She meant the compliment, her form leaning slightly forward as she offered the Polychromatic before her a genuine smile, as her hand returned to her cheek.

The Summer's words on Ivory's fellow courtiers earns her a smirk, though she holds her own tongue. There were certain habits common among certain archetypes in the Spring Court that Ivory could share some disdain, the least of which was the abadon with which some pursued pleasure, but this was not the place. There was no reason to air missteps and dirty laundry.

"It's certainly one way to go through life," she said, "And I do like to be comfortable. To a point."

The smile softens lightly at the compliment.

"Thank you," she utters in response.

As Kai signals for another drink, the waitress' slight glance to Ivory is met with a subtle nod. The Summer was proving to be pleasing enough company. What was the harm in buying her another drink?

At the Wizened gregariously soaking up the words on her good looks, a comfortable amusement danced across Ivory's features. This woman took comfort in who she was. Good. 

Nonetheless, the boldness of Kai's claim nabbed most of Ivory's attention. It took some level of pride to consider oneself interesting. That and, well, Ivory wasn't made of stone. She felt passions and desires just as much as any other Spring and, right now, this Summer was painting herself as a tantalizing mystery. 

"A promise?" she coos, granting Kai the center of her attention, "I'll have to hold you to that."

A challenge? Of course.