[Requiem] Nightlife and Gossip

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((OOC - So I got to thinking what staff in the Nightclub that Michael and Valentina own would think of them, and then this turned up. Enjoy))

"So what do you think of the owners?" She asked the other girl as the pair of them walked around the nightclub floor, cleaning up the usual mess left by bottles, glasses and other things after a working night.

The other paused and pushed back her long, dark hair from where it had started falling across her face, "Well, they are somewhat strange, especially Miss Trevizan. I mean, her accent sound slightly foreign, she seems really quite young in looks and is obviously intelligent, not to mention rich. She’s probably one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen but... well she’s also really odd. I mean, sometimes she seems quite old-fashioned in her speech and mannerisms and I don’t quite know what to make of her."

Her friend and colleague nodded in agreement, "I know what you mean. I keep imagining some incredibly wild and exotic origin for her. Foreign nobility, exiled here for some reason or possibly someone who ran off with the family fortune and is now in hiding. Certainly owning this place and some of the things I hear she and Mr Anderson are planning seem to suggest someone rebelling against a strict upbringing or something like that."

"Well, you always did have an overactive imagination Becky so I am not remotely surprised. I am sure that the truth is probably a lot less interesting than that." The other responded, smiling broadly as she worked.

"I could come up with far wilder stories if you like." The one called Becky said in return, frowning at the state some people had left one of the corners in the club. "Ugh, some people are revolting, that’s going to take ages to get clean!"

"Such as what?" Her friend asked, passing her the cleaning chemicals. "Yeah, that is particularly nasty."

"That Mr Anderson is some sort of underworld figure and he actually kidnapped Miss Trevizan and now she has Stockholm syndrome and so does whatever he asks of her no matter how bad it is."

"You know Becky, that one actually makes a certain amount of sense." The two women paused and looked at each other for a moment and then burst out laughing. "Well, except for the fact that I wouldn’t imagine Miss Trevizan being the unwilling victim of anything, she’s far too self-confident and sometimes I think she seems far older than she looks."

"She does. There is also the other amusing story that one of the more Goth girls has said before now."

"Oh, what story is that? I don’t think I’ve heard it."

"Well, you know how they both seem to be pretty nocturnal. I mean, when have either of them turned up much during the day? They are both pale, sensual and come across as being pretty dangerous people. Therefore they must be Vampires." Becky finished, sounding rather dramatic. There was a pause and then both of them started laughing much harder than before.

"Wow... you’d have to be fairly weird to believe something like that! Was it Cassie that came up with that one?"

Becky nodded in response, still grinning. "Yeah, I think she wins in regards to having the wildest imagination where the owners of the Club are concerned."

"Definitely! It is a funny idea though. I think she went into more detail about how Mr Anderson was obviously a younger Vampire that she had created as a companion and that sort of thing. I think she’s been reading way too much Anne Rice, or worse, those Anita Blake books!"

They both grinned again and spent the rest of their clean-up in good spirits, moving on to gossip about other, less interesting, areas than their employers.