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Stoneridge Winery 
#1
Set during 'Late-o-ween'
Outfit.


 Every single decision and choice she had made from how she had switched her hold on Levka's arm to what she ordered and how she positioned them within the room - it was intentional. She grabbed the first sweet and light wine she could, poured him a strong serving of a homegrown riesling and kept the bottle close for good measure. Already on Were tolerance and the alcohol content was low, hopefully saving the general populace from some brand of altercation or another.

 Besides, if the situation called for it - she wasn't above throwing around weight for the sake of keeping everyone intact. Her mind ran over how shit ran downhill, the likelihood of a chain reaction should someone get too in their animal feelings, sparking off a series of firecrackers. A whole building of tigers, bears, jaguars, and who knew what else.

She filled his glass for the second time and surveyed the open space of the floor over his shoulder. It made sense to keep him more or less turned from the rest, even if that meant that they were regretfully blocking some of the hor devours. Sorry folks, priorities. "I did not know Esperanza would be attending, a pleasant surprise." She muttered it against the rim of her glass, content to play at ignorant for the sake of all involved.

@Levka Orlovsky & LITERALLY ANYONE ELSE AT THE PARTY, COME BE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH YANA. 8,D


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#2


He was officially too agitated--and too warm--for the coat, so he'd undone what he could and loosened his tie, and the moment they'd reached a resting spot, he'd even taken off his hat and dropped it on the nearest table. This was also a matter of priority, as he needed to not be getting worked up over being annoyed and uncomfortable on top of the way he had to actively resist looking behind him.

Even if he recognized what Yana was doing, how purposeful her series of actions were, he had to be grateful for it. If he were here alone, without her--though why would he be, in the first place?--this might have gone a lot more poorly. Perhaps only Esperanza had really seen the depth to which his feelings had been hurt by the whole fiasco, months ago.

Speaking of... "Neither did I. I forget she is familiar with others." And at the moment he felt a little rankled by the idea that he shared her with anyone at all. Unfair, of course, and he knew it even as he felt it, but seeing Cliff approach her so warmly had definitely yanked on his fur more than a little. The frown felt permanent even as he drank a little too heavily at a wine he wasn't even enjoying.

Still wary at the idea of Maxine showing up--though he had yet to pick up on her particular presence--he tried to sneak a glance around, turning slightly as he did so. He wondered if Nika even knew what she was potentially inciting, inviting someone like Cliff to this.
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#3
Abraham was just about to go hide in a corner somewhere. But first he needed to get some food. And specifically, he wanted some fucking pizza.

Bad news, though: there were two people blocking the pizza. He pondered his options. He could get some sliced meat. Or candy.

Or. Or, his intake of wine and liquor suggested, he could shimmy between the wall and table (there was like a foot of space!), grab pizza, refuse eye contact, and shimmy back.

Emptying the glass he was holding, he set it down on the table, then pulled out his phone and...

Really casually began to scoot with his back against the wall, looking at his phone, just... trying to... get near the pizza...

And forget that Levka and Yana existed at all.
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#4
In the midst of hanging out at a table with food and Cliff, Asha suddenly had a need to see where Abraham was, if he was having fun.

Boyfriend tracker, engaged. Where did he scuttle off to...oh. There he was. Past Levka and Yana who seemed to be glued to each other. Sliding... along the wall. Maybe he'd dropped something?

Asha watched Abraham quietly from across the room with amused bemusement and a slowly increasing arch to her brow, but did nothing otherwise, waiting for some natural conclusion to this that would explain all of it.
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#5
 It was a strange two way pull between the empathy she felt and the desire to stalk the space further. Mingling sounded fun, at the same time leaving him to his own devices after this surprise felt like setting them both up for failure. So she stayed put for the time being, didn't address the implication of his comment because - frankly, it was absurd. Credit where it was due he was still working through the jumbled mess of his feelings and as so she would allow him time to settle on his own accord.

 The slightest movement to her left and she turned, a quizzical expression as her brows knitted and she assessed the jaguar on what seemed to be an espionage mission. She supposed they were blocking the table, which was rude - but he could have asked politely to squeeze by. Recalling the nail polish incident and his museum visit before that, she finalized the body of proof that he was just inherently awkward. He also was a prime example of a distraction, something to keep a certain bear out of the spotlight for as long as possible.

 "Посмотрите," She turned so her back was still towards Abraham, reoriented herself so Levka could get a decent glance at him. "Abraham пришел как ковбой из деревенских людей. " She nudged his foot with hers, as if she could nose aside the whole conversation of bear business. Still, almost immediately she glanced back. "Do you need help?"

"Look, ..." / "... came as the cowboy from the village people."


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#6
No Maxine so far as he could continue to tell, and Cliff was... still there, pretty much clear across the room and presumably just as keen on avoiding contact as his former king. Which Levka should have appreciated, seeing as it made it a lot easier to keep his own shit together, but instead he just mostly felt a roil of irritation for the fact that he still didn't know why those two had left and at this rate no one would ever bother to tell him and it was going to continue to hate them for being goddamn cowards--

And then, suddenly, mercifully, a distraction. The use of Russian enough to pull his attention abruptly away from the skulking he'd been doing, and he found himself looking at something he was a little surprised he hadn't noticed on his own.

Abraham was an interesting creature to him. His first impression of the man had been... well, probably almost exactly a year beforehand. He scarce recalled that conversation, outside of the fact that Abraham had been nervous and a bit of snitch. Ultimately useless to him, he'd been forgotten largely until recently. And now here he was, back again, no longer the baby cat. Quite the quick evolution, actually, and some small part of the bear was impressed by that.

Still, he hardly knew him, hadn't had a conversation with him since they'd gravitated back into one another's circles. But the jaguar had helped Mathis in a time of need, was proving a decent enough ally in Belle Vista, and so while the current impression was sparse, it still erred on the side of positive.

The seemingly permanent frown eased up a bit as he assessed the man who appeared to be trying to sneak past them. If he thought the phone would save him, Yana proved him wrong and the village people cowboy had the spotlight put on him.

"Hello, Abraham," he offered, going for reasonably friendly but also feeling... slightly perplexed as to what the jaguar was trying to accomplish. Maybe just not interrupting the slightly tense conversation right here, which was probably fair.
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#7
For anyone following along at home, Abraham had meaninglessly typed "Dhshshshs dbshsgwajbde whdgec" into Google, which apparently would pull up no results! He was just here for the pizza, thanks, no one needed to mind him, no one in the entire party-

Yana. Levka. He heard something in a language he didn't understand, and then his name, and then more things in a language he didn't understand! Abraham had some small hope that maybe they'd just shit talk him and then leave him alone, but.

Yana was asking if he wanted help. And Levka was greeting him. He wasn't drunk enough to try to sink down beneath the table and hide, but he was drunk enough to dream of it a little. He gave a little wave to Levka, and a "hello" as he scooted along. He was at least to the pizza now.

"Just getting pizza, was trying not to disrupt, but-" BUT THIS HAD BEEN A REAL DUMB IDEA, ASSHOLE. "Looks like I did anyway."

This was not charming. He piled pizza on a plate a little sloppily, then made to shimmy back.

"Uh, thanks for coming. And all that."

Maybe he would be allowed to escape and he could hide in a corner to eat. His jaguar huffed at it all.
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#8
He did not just do that all for pizza Abraham why. Asha pressed her lips together, not sure if she wanted to laugh or cry for him.

Instead she'd send a text.

you better bring me some after all that
Queen Asha

If he'd look her way she'd imitate the hello wave he'd done for Levka. If Yana and Levka looked her way her wave would be accompanied with a friendly smile because she would love it if they'd mingle a little more.

Just probably not with Cliff.
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#9
He was thankful that things weren't incredibly awkward with Asha, despite her having to use a literal cane to get around. But the banter was still the same, and he found comfort in it. There was a drink in front of him, his third or maybe fourth of the night, but he wasn't too numb to notice her peering across the room, and then pulling out her phone. With a quirked brow, he glanced the way she'd been looking and noticed... Levka and Yana, and Abraham. He looked uncomfortable, but that was to be expected.

"I give him a solid thirty seconds before he leaves without any food." Cliff huffed with a creeping smirk. He didn't make an effort to keep the fact that he was watching the whole ordeal pretty closely. Not that he expected anything major to happen. But you never knew with five year olds that some how abducted a grown man's body. Let him be noticed. He'd even offer a smile to Yana if she caught his eye.
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#10
 Tormenting him felt like the Were equivalent of smelling fear and then shoving that same uneasy party into a locker. Still, if they were to be neighbors - surely it was better to clear this implication towards discomfort and be done with it? "You're not interrupting anything." Which, he wasn't - not really. At least nothing that she minded having interrupted, happy to have just ignored him if that had been the case at all.

 "Pardon my curiosity," She cleared her throat, set up him to have to say more than two parting words after a quick glance to make sure Levka's glass was still more or less full. "Any rhyme or reason on choosing a cowboy?"
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#11
Maybe if he felt more mentorly, or even more invested in Abraham as a person, Levka would have offered some advice--if you want something bad enough to make a fool of yourself it might just be easier to interrupt. Not that Levka found Abraham terribly foolish, just... odd? Odd, yes, that. This was a jaguar party, was it not? What did he think he was interrupting when in theory he had some power in this space?

Well, maybe it was respect for Yana, which could not be undervalued.

Abraham tried to make a quick exit--which again, weird, but whatever--but Yana seemed inclined to hook him into conversation. Borderline small talk, but not of the worst variety. Still, he didn't have anything to add and instead took to his glass as the continued lifeline that would keep him from obsessing. A little more to drink... Watching Abraham with pizza on his plate also put food on the agenda, but in a moment.
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#12
Maybe Abraham had accidentally sidestepped through a portal into hell. Never in religious text was it depicted that you got there by scooting your ass against a wall to slip by a table, but here he was.

That Asha was watching or texting him was beyond his notice. There was only Yana, Levka, and Abraham, the last of whom was separated from the other two by a table covered in pizza.

Yana cleared her throat, pardoning curiosity and likely ushering in some kind of complete horror show. What could she be wondering about that she had to apologize for. Maybe something like "Abraham, what precisely is wrong with your brain to make you think it was a good idea to go shimmying between tables for pizza?" And he wouldn't have an answer other than "wine and probably some damage sustained early in life."

Instead, she asked about his costume, and he was suddenly very aware he was a grown adult man dressed as a cowboy. Abraham did not have a good answer for this, either. He'd... wanted to dress as a cowboy as a kid and never did? He'd shunned it in his twenties because it felt like a costume for white people?

He gave kind of a nervous laugh, feeling sweat at his back (which was currently basically pressed against a wall).

"Oh, I dunno. Probably one of the less obnoxious couples costumes," he said, sheepish, and this was only something of an answer. Bringing Asha into it felt easier, even if she wasn't here. "Why'd you two, uh, pick yours?"
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#13
Oh, her poor nervous boyfriend. Her cat gave a grumble to the intense feelings and even the wave of heat she felt from him, wanting to soothe him. But Asha would remain where she was, looking back to Cliff with a grin.

Her coming to his rescue would probably only embarrass him more or something.

"I dunno, he might make it to a minute," sure quipped back. "So how's your bear thing coming along?"

Might as well dive back into conversation.
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#14
God, if he'd been in Abraham's shoes. Not that he would ever be. He wouldn't have approached in the first place. He seemed to be doing well, so Cliff was inclined to let it be. If something came of anything, he was sure the Kodiak would be able to pick up the tension. "Moon went good." He said in answer to Asha. "And I actually am in the process of getting some of the land we shifted on. I plan on fencing it off, and keeping it private. A little shifting sanctuary type thing." It was pretty exciting, and through the haze of alcohol and tension of mild concern, Asha would be able to sense that.
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 She glanced back over her shoulder, looked towards Asha and offered the tiniest hint of a smile before she refocused on the awkward jaguar ahead of them. Perhaps she could have the former more of a friendly inspection, but the fact was that she wanted to avoid that little corner of the room as much as possible for the time being. Half on autopilot, she refilled Levka's glass.

 "Had the components on hand, I didn't plan this too much." Clearly, since apparently, she set herself up to either buffering herself in a fight or taking home a questionably sober bear when all was said and done. Sensitive ears picked up the brunt of the conversation, kept talking for the simple sake of keeping the dialogue from taking center stage.

 "Well that's very darling of you two." Half because it was well-intentioned despite how it might have sounded from the source. Half because he looked like he was ready to melt through the floorboards and sink into the earth below and some small part of her found that shaky unease loosely humorous. Sorry, Abraham.
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His glass refilled, Levka somewhat idly considered the words 'couples costume' and recalled Yana expression some derision about that. Perhaps he was beginning to understand why. It was kind of an odd holiday and... yeah darling. Maybe not the word he wanted to be exposed to in public. That level of endearing felt a lot better in private moments.

Distracted, he thankfully missed any overhearing of the conversation across the way, and merely stared at Abraham a moment before he just rode Yana's coattails with a, "Yana chose not to help me, so I kept it simple."

The more sentimental value of his chosen character for the night was left off the table--something for him and Yana only in his currently irritable state.

"Perhaps you go back to your girl so that this costume couple is more obvious?" he suggested, some derisive bit of mercy, maybe.

Watching the jaguar squirm wasn't actually improving his mood, which was a shame.
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Abraham was being set free. He could feel it like he could feel the weight of pizza growing cold on his plate.

But then... Levka made some fucking comment. Telling him to go back to his girlfriend. He knew a dismissive comment when he heard it, and he didn't like the implication.

The jaguar, rankled, suggested he leap over the table and take a swing. Abraham, however, knew his hit die here. They weren't great.

Parties are about more than hanging out with your girlfriend, he said. In his head. And then Levka was like, gasp, and Yana would bring a hand to her chest in shock. Yeah. Yeah. That'd show 'em.

Except in the end, for all his jaguar's snarliness, Abraham was easily cowed by rich people with stronger beasts.

"Uh, yeah, sure," he agreed instead, then made an unceremonious exit to go find somewhere to stand and eat pizza, oblivious to the fact that he was being watched.
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What Cliff said in response to her was really freaking interesting, actually. "Dude! Look at you! A sanctuary for, like, just you guys or—" Asha started, but stopped very suddenly when she felt the twist of emotions shift from sheepish embarrassment to... anger? Offense? Or something along those lines.

She slid a gaze over to Abraham and company, offering Cliff an apologetic "hang on," as she looked to them with a lightly furrowed brow.

It melted before she could really see anything come of it. She gave an exhale, but it looked like Abraham was heading away from her, instead of to her. Mean :(

"Let's go steal the king's pizza while we talk about this sanctuary thing," she said to Cliff with something of a smile, hoping the appearance of both of them would have him feeling better. She'd try to worm whatever details she could of whatever just happened too.
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So far.... he really had only thought about it for just his friends. Which was a lot to do for people her just barely knew, but. It would actually be nice to let others use it. Not just anyone, but. Maybe trusted people? Rogues that didn't have the safety of a territory... He was prepared to speak all this aloud, but Asha paused as she picked up something on her Mate-dar. Cliff glanced up to see Abraham scampering away. At Asha's suggestion, he huffed a small laugh and pushed himself from the table to follow. "Mkay." He grabbed his drink, and didn't give a second glance to Levka or his cat girlfriend.
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 She had not expected to see Levka here, but it was not a bad surprise by any means, just a curious one. At any rate, Esperanza was bound and determined to finally meet the cheetah lady. With a big grin and a glass of red wine in hand, she would make her way over to the pair - their costumes remained a mystery to her - and greet them with a cheerful "Hello my friends!" She glanced first to Levka, a warm gleam in her eye, before she looked to Yana again and extending her hand. "I am Esperanza. I have been looking forward to meeting you."
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 The next intrusion was a welcomed one, a little less tense and familiar in the sense that she already had enough second-hand information to paint the woman in front of her as overall pleasant. "Yana, it's nice to finally meet you after hearing so much." She lowered her own glass, quickly took Esperanza's hand and gave it a firm shake. "Good things, of course."
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#22
He'd sincerely been about to try and beg Yana to let them leave in the next ten minutes when the one thing that could convince him to linger outside of the woman at his side approached. His bear perked before he'd even put eyes on her, aware of her presence in a way that defied natural senses, and though he was three fourths of the way through yet another glass of wine, the soothing effect of another friendly bear was much more effective.

Levka felt a little misplaced pride, watching these two interact--as if he had some hand in how excellent they both were.

He'd let them shake hands, but then he'd try and paw Esperanza gently into a hug. "There is nothing possible to be said that is bad about Esperanza." Let there be no doubt that for all Levka could run his mouth to Yana, nothing poor had ever been said about the mother among them.

Letting her go, he'd give her a good look. "I have no idea what you are tonight, but it is suiting to you."

There, much, much easier to block out the party now.
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#23
 Aw, what kind words from Yana! She laughed genuinely for her words, returning the handshake warmly. Levka was moving in for his own greeting then, and Esperanza would return his hug tightly, with a wrinkled up face for her grin and patting him firmly on the back. She laughed again at his flattery, shaking her head, humbly accepting such a compliment although it was not entirely true. She was still human in many ways, and that included being endowed with character flaws.

 "I am Rosie the Riveter!" she informed him eagerly, and quickly curled one arm up to flex her bicep, the other hand rising to hike up her sleeve, her expression turning briefly to one of stoic confidence. She couldn't help but smile after a few seconds. "She was a cultural symbol for American women during World War Two." Not that she could really relate, she supposed, but whatever. "To be quite honest, I do not know what either of you two are meant to be, either," she confessed with a sheepish grin.
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 She did not interrupt even though there was the temptation, to fall back on long-held habits, raise her hand first when she knew the answer to something. Smiling against the rim of her glass as Esperanza explained her costume, she nodded along and then scoffed at the mention of theirs. "Oh, you're fine - it was very last minute. Addams Family, hmm?" Leaving it fairly open as she set down the stepping stones and trusted the bear to make the leap.

 And while she was happy to hold her tongue for Esperanza's sake, Levka was entirely different and the evening was prickly enough that she didn't feel too terrible for adding her own two cents. "He's Inspector Gadget."
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#25
Surprise, somehow he'd missed American WWII culture. We wonder why. Nonetheless, he was freshly educated and undoubtedly when he ran into this iconic symbol down the line he would just associate the woman with Esperanza. Her little pose and clear pride in what she'd managed pleased him, and his next draw at his wine glass was idle rather than desperately trying to drown anything.

But that didn't stop him from coughing into the glass a moment and giving Yana an odd look after she decided to give the run down on their own costumes. "I am what?"

Outside of knowing it wasn't right--and that she knew it wasn't right--he had no idea what this lie was about.
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 "Oh! Yes!" She did know the Addams family. She couldn't recall the mother's name, but Yana nailed the look. Inspector Gadget, while quite the flashback, also rang a bell. She began to say something affirmative to that as well, but Levka interjected with a humorous degree of confusion. "Well it makes sense to me - what did you think you are supposed to be?" This came with a laugh, amusement clear in her voice. There was either a disagreement or Yana was being silly - she looked forward to the punch line.
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 There was some glint of mischeif that she hid by bowing her head, biting back a smile with a quick glance to Esperanza. "Вот, держи мой напиток." She wiggled the half full glass at him, waited for him to hook his fingers around the stem before she pulled her phone out. It took a moment but a quick Google and a scroll through the pictures provided and she found the perfect one.

 "Look, it was an old cartoon." As for what he really was, well she would allow Levka to share that information himself. Happily taking her glass back and hooking her arm with his without thinking anything of it.


"Here, hold my drink."

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Two wine glasses in hand, he scoffed lightly at the picture. Like, he could see it, sure? But what was this, still? Old cartoon--no wonder he was completely out of his element on this. He squinted at he phone until it was whisked away and Yana retrieved her glass, leaving him with nothing to occupy that hand except, well--her.

Which was fine. Even with an audience, it was an audience he trusted rather implicitly, and with all that the cheetahs and jaguars had witnessed over the least few months, it was high time the bears cotton on as well. He leaned a little into Yana and huffed at her. "Would you rather be dating this inspector or Rick Blaine?"

It was very nearly a sincere question--for all he knew this cartoon man had many redeeming qualities.
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 She grinned at them, very obviously a sweet item as Yana spoke to him in what must be their shared native tongue and handed off her glass to pick up her phone. She enlightened him, and Esperanza was glad to bear witness to such a silly piece of knowledge being passed along. Even if Levka didn't really seem to recognize the character. He was not the famous inspector - he was Rick Blaine. Casa Blanca! An expression of understanding blossomed on her face then, before being replaced by an amused grin as she observed their exchange.
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 "A robotic man or a jilted alcoholic, and who would ever doubt my possibilities?" She cast Esperanza a sideways glance, smiled before she looked back up to him. "I think I'll stick with you all the same - your luck, impeccable." Happy to take her glass back once she settled again and return the conversation to matters more accessible for all parties.

"Let the record show that I've also heard a great deal about your cooking, Esperanza." Happy to flatter the particularly warm and friendly woman across from them.
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#31
Esperanza seemed to be enjoying herself, and honestly? He wasn't fussed. There were things in this world very much worth getting flustered over, but being observed with someone you liked by someone you also liked was hardly something for him to get all wilted about. Besides, Yana was being flattering, and for the first moment all night since he'd seen Cliff, he felt utterly content.

Impeccable was a good word.

There was a lot he could have said to or about either of them, but... you know what? For the moment, he'd keep his own mouth shut and let them come together without his shoving the matter.
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#32
 Some might feel awkward in such a position, getting a front row seat to lovers’ banter, but Esperanza was not an easy woman to embarrass. So instead she watched them with that knowing sort of grin, amused by Yana’s choice of words. She was a beautiful woman who could surely have any man she liked, but Levka seemed a good fit for her, no matter the difference of their beasts.

 A bright, deep laugh came for the cheetah queen’s compliment. "I have been blessed with very good culinary skills if I do say so myself," she agreed humbly. "Perhaps I may have the honor of cooking you a meal some time!"
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 It hadn't been a goal per se, but the idea of experiencing one of those aforementioned meals was far from offensive. She nodded her head and briefly leaned her head against the side of Levka's arm before she straightened up just as quickly. Not ashamed, not embarrassed. but it was not as though they were in private and there was a degree of professionalism that she generally liked to keep outside of a circle of her closest friends.

 "I would like that very much, actually." Sincere for a change and not just lip service for the sake of networking. "We'll have to arrange a time and a place, but I volunteer my home if it's suitable." A small donation in place of any strong skill where cooking was concerned.
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 Esperanza was warmed to the core by all this. That Yana seemed to be such a nice woman and that she would agree to a nice dinner some time. Suffice to say she had the mother bear's seal of approval. Looking between the two of them, she smiled. "That sounds wonderful." She exuded a genuine sort of joy for this conversation, hands clasping together eagerly before her. "And if you have any requests, do let me know."
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 "Wonderful." A triumphant sort of grin as she glanced up at Levka before looking back to Esperanza and shaking her head. "Were through and through I'm glad to say, not picky in the slightest." Free reign to see what came to mind for this tepid future plan that was slowly coming into shape.
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#36
Question number one: why hadn't he thought of this one on his own? Now that it was here, it seemed perfectly obvious as good plans went. Esperanza feeding anyone was a good deal, but it was a perfect means of stitching together the two sides of his life that he balance, really.

Question number two, being related: why had he waited so long and for mere chance to have this introduction happen at all? Privacy was silly.

Either way, he caught Yana's eye with a grin in turn and looked to Esperanza. "You only need to worry about preparing enough, I imagine," said lightly, even as it was entirely too true. But hey, if anyone knew how to keep a were fed and happy, it was this little kermode. "You should both exchange numbers. You do not want me as a middle man if you are going to be good friends."

Offered in a way that was insistent, naturally. Perhaps a little desperate for perpetuated good vibes.
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 Esperanza loved people who were not picky eaters. She loved picky eaters too, but in this case she had a much broader range with which to work towards pleasing someone’s tastebuds. She laughed happily for such knowledge, and glanced to Levka as he spoke up. Quantity was just as important as quality when it came to feeding people like them. "Indeed," she agreed for his first suggestion, and would quickly retrieve her phone from her pocket upon his second suggestion. It was strange not having her purse with her, but it just didn’t go with the outfit. "Okay, I am ready when you are - Y-A-N-A, yes?" A glance at the cheetah queen once more as she sought confirmation on the spelling of her name.
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#38
 "Yes." She would give her a moment, wait until the other woman looked up at her before she leaned in the slightest bit and rattled off her phone number. Pulling her own phone from her clutch she quickly opened up a new contact, pride, and stubbornness leading her to sound out Esperanza and hope for the best. She would repeat off each number, making sure that there exceptional hearing did not fail. "It is a plan then."
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#39
Sometimes being bossy--politely or otherwise--paid off. This was his favorite kind of networking, getting the folks he liked together and interacting. Much better than his odd moment of Nika asking for Yana's number, way back when. He was little for the politics of it all, but good friends went a long way.

He supposed he could have offered either woman's number to the other, but this was better.

Polishing off his current glass of wine--and maybe feeling it just the tiniest bit for the rate at which he'd gone few them--he set it down and made to rope his arm around Yana's middle and put her tight to his side in a squeeze he simply couldn't resist. "My favorite sort of plans," he agreed, liking having something to look forward to. Vague plans that he would see to making a reality, the sort that he wouldn't forget.
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