<div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="background-color:#050505; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"><div style="background-color:#101010; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;">Victor's right eyebrow perked in mild surprise - they took their whiskey the same way. He found his place in the other dark green armchair, tracing the faded embroidery with a long, slender finger.<br/><br/>"We could start with some sort of introductions," he suggested. "You already know my name, but I believe I've yet to get yours." A slow smile found its way to his features. "We could also begin with you thanking me for saving you the trouble of dealing with a no doubt rather bothersome, though clumsy, individual." He took a sip of his whiskey. Even though it had been a few hundred years since he had last gotten drunk, he still had a drink every now and then purely for the taste and feel of alcohol evaporating on his lips.<br/><br/><ul>"I know your surname, yes, but I do not know your given name." she replied with a light, if somewhat coy smile. "But fine, My name is Arya. Or Lady Summers, if you will." she replied by way of introduction, sipping her scotch and smiling lightly. "Ah, yes. Well, troublesome though he may have been, I didn't need saving. But thank you for saving me some time, nonetheless." she smiled, a casual yet somehow enigmatic smile playing across his lips as she spoke.</ul><br/>"The lady Arya Summers," he replied, trying out the words for the first time, thinking how odd it were that were she a lady, the standards she held herself to were low indeed. "The pleasure is all mine," he replied, raising his glass in greeting and bowing his head lightly. "I'm always happy to come to the assistance of pretty women who are in places they shouldn't be. The name my friends call me by is Victor. It is a privilege few have." The corners of his mouth twitched upwards again. "Perhaps one day, you too might earn it."<br/><br/><ul>Arya tipped her glass slightly in response to his gesture, smiling lightly as she did. "Yes, I suppose you would be. Although, I would argue that where I should or should not be is not really yours to decide. But that is neither here nor there." she added with another polite, somewhat playful smile before sipping her drink, eyeing him over the rim of the glass. "Well, it is nice to meet you, then." she replied once he gave his name. She chuckled, a soft, light, and airy sound, tipping her glass once more. "Perhaps." She smiled lightly, the light in her eyes dancing slightly, but in no way giving away whether or not she truly cared to earn such a privilege, as he called it.</ul><br/>Victor gasped in mock offense. "Here I am, rescuing you from dangers untold out of the goodness of my heart, and you presume to think I'd give you orders!" He shook his head. "You wound me, Lady Summers."<br/><br/>Condensation was thick on the window, rendering the already dark street outside almost invisible to them. Along with the extra wall provided by the paper screen, they were lost to the world in their own little bubble. Despite her avoidance of his gentle prodding, he was quite enjoying himself in her company.</div><div style="background-color:#202020; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">Notes:</span> Post features a collaboration, marked by indentation.</span></div></div></div>