David’s eyes ran over the occupants of the Bangers and Hounds as the new arrivals came. First Robert Buchanen, “Bondage Bob”… a man who’s ability to escape any restraint was seemingly kneecapped by his preference to remain tied up and be abused by any and all who attended. Mayhaps he was actually a gifted escape artist or maybe he was merely a con-man with a great demeanor and confidence in his skills. David didn’t mind which one was true… in some ways the latter appealed more to him and his deceptive ways. The 10 years that had seperated their last meetings had been kind on him… he looked older, but by no means old… more distinguished is probably the term. The man had always been friendly, even if the sentiment was not always returned. Despite himself David found himself glad the man was still alive and here to rejoin the crew… at least, he assumed he was here to rejoin the crew.<br/><br/>The second member to walk in had definitely changed over the past decade. When David had last seen Vivienne she had been a small slip of a girl, a 15 year old just reaching her first blooms of womanhood. Now, she must be 25… 26 maybe, and had fully hit that bloom. She was tall, lithe and with a shape that many dancers seemed to lose. She seemed to have grown, not just in body but in demeanor, a confidence that was once reserved only for when she hit the stage now in her every movement. David thought he may have been her teen crush which was a strangely gratifying thought, although his very nature had always kept him apart from most of the crew. That said, as much as he enjoyed his privacy and the air of mystery he kept around him, he was curious as to what she had been up to all these years. He called out, raising a glass of red wine in welcome, his voice powerful and cultured.<br/><br/><strong>“My lady Vivienne, Bob, please… come join me. Tell me how you have spent these long years apart and how our destinies and seperated and now thrown us back together again.” </strong><br/>