The cars pass by unnoticed below them, Paris' lights flickering on and off in their usual manner behind them as they settle comfortably on a bench on the lush balcony in this eccentric and exclusive club. A few precious moments of solitude amidst the chaos of this place, a respite from duty, form and pantomime, simply two freinds, one recounting the story of his evening.
"Tell me of this dinner that amused you so!"
He smiles, laughing softly. "Ah, my dear, you amuse me so!" She grins brightly. "I exist to be entertaining in -some- manner," she states with a wink. Her hand captures his, cradles it between both.
"Well, you see, tonight I decided to try something new, and I sat in a cafe, drinking coffee. It is Lent, you see, I have given up wine" he says as an aside, finally aware of the fact that the rest of the world isn't Catholic. She rounds those glossed lips into a suprised 'o' that he is religious, in some regards at least. She nods, listening.
"...So I sat there, reading a newspaper and looking for all the world like some young student taking a break from his studies. Ah, it was a terribly amusing role to play. When I go out among the humans, I adopt a role. I enjoy acting, you see." She smiles, affectionately indulgent. Violet orbs shift between his eyes, and lips, attentive.
"And so I was even more amused when a gorgeous boy came at sat with me. The cafe was quite crowded, and there were no seats left alone, but he chose my table. He walked across half the cafe to come to me." She allows him to weave this tale, gaze lowering finally to rest on the hand held between her own. Quiet. Extrospective. "He asked to borrow a part of the paper that I was finished with, and I passed it to him. His fingers brushed mine as he took it, and he had such a sweet smile. Ah, I could not read after that, you know..." He smiles, he's like a teenager when he's like this
She chuckles. "I can imagine you'd find it difficult," she murmurs. She lifts his hand, kisses the knuckles, eyes are bright.
"He smiled at me a few times, and made a few attempts to speak, but he could not think of anything to say. I found I could not either, so we said nothing. He finished his coffee as he was writing something down on the paper, he was doing the crossword, you see. I am not at all good at them. He hands me back the paper, touching my hand again and saying 'thank you', and he walks away. I watched him for a moment, and then I looked at the paper. Can you imagine what was there?" She shakes her head slowly, listening raptly now. She bears a slight bemused smile, in anticipation of his response. His smile brightens. "A description, of his car, and where he was parked. So I left some money on the table, I do hope it was enough, and I found the car. He was sitting in it, half afraid and half hopeful, it was quite an adorable look. I knocked on the window, and he looked as if he might burst, though from what I am not certain. He opened the door, and I could see his hands were shaking. I got in anyway and simply smiled at him, and he turned all red and began to drive. He nearly hit someone, and it made me laugh when he swore in French at him. I laughed, and he looked at me with the strangest look."
She continues listening, her gaze occasionally lowers from her friend's face; it is during these moments that she is simply listening, allowing that splendid voice of his to paint a verbal picture.
"At any rate, we drove to his place in silence, he kept seeming like he wanted to say something, but he said nothing. When we arrived, he led me in. It was a small apartment, and he checked to see if someone else was there, he looked part relieved and part afraid that no one was home. Finally he managed to ask me if I wanted some coffee. I said no, and he looked sort of like a fish out of water, It was quite adorable. He could hardly speak, I simply watched him with a smile. He said 'I'm sorry this is so weird, I've never done this befoe, but I saw you...' and I interrupted him. 'Please,' I said, 'I am flattered that you did.' And he gave me that odd look again. I asked him why he looked at me that way. He said I had the most strange and beautiful voice he had ever heard, and he did not know what to make of it. I laughed and I took his hand in mine, oh how he turned white as a sheet, and then quite red! It was so sweet! I told him so, and we simply looked at each other for a few awkward moments." She remains silent as he weaves a literary tapestry. A low chuckle escapes now, and she murmurs, "You are adorable." She falls silent again to continue listening. Baby-soft lips kiss her cheek and he continues. "And then he laughed, nervously, as if he did not know what to do. I took his hand and pulled him into the bedroom. I assumed the one that he had checked in did not belong to him, and he did not protest, so that is where we went. I had to kiss him first, you see, he was so shy and afraid, but he wanted me. So after a little coaxing, I got him out of his shell. Ah, he was so sweet, my dear, and he made the most adorable sounds when I drank from him. I shall spare you the details, but it was quite an...invigorating experience" He smiles his most adorable shy smile, the one that makes you want to wrap him up in your arms and squeeze the stuffing out of him. She gives a tiny smile in return, a small shift on the bench to turn further in toward him. Silent and still now, except for her breathing. "We were laying there, in the bed, he had just lit a cigarette when the door opens and his roomate and some friends enter!" She allows her jaw to drop open, a surprised laugh escapes. She sounds faintly scandalized as she murmurs, "Fabulous." She is well and hooked. "I read his mind then, he was embarassed at being caught with someone so unusual as I, and he did not even know my name, but he was also in a sense like a cat, proud of what he had caught. And so I simply dressed myself quietly, and he kissed me one last time before his roomate knocked on the door. I whispered my name to him just as the door was opened, and the poor boy opening the door looked pleasantly surprised as he saw us. He introduced us, he was so relieved at my having told him my name, and his roomate apologized for the interruption. He left us alone and the poor boy looked as if he were about to faint." She tilts her head as she studies her dear friend, lips still bear a curve. Her thoughts dance to the rhythm of this story, mingled air of amusement and fondness.
"I kissed him again, and he held me, and we talked for a few minutes. He told me a few things about himself, and I listened, and made up some things about myself to tell him. And then he took me out to meet his friends, who knew all about me, I heard his roomate telling them I was there, and how attractive I was, it was all quite amusing, made me feel so young! We went out, afterward, and I sat with them, there was Jean, that was his name, and his roomate, two other boys and a girl. They were all students at the University, and so I acted as if I had just started my studies there. We sat and talked, and for the first time in several hundred years, I felt, for a moment, like I was young. Even when I was so young, my dear, I never sat and talked with other students like that." She smiles as she studies her friend. Low, "It is exhilirating, I know. And you -are- young, in so many ways." This makes him smile. "How so?" She chuckles. "Oh, you are sinful in a way that only someone of your elder years can be... but there is a shyness, an innocence about you. You are angelic." She leans in to brush a kiss to his cheek. He laughs prettily. "I have been told that my entire life, dear! I suppose it must be true" She inclines her head. "It is. Very much so." She chuckles now, shaking her head. "I wish for times like that, sometimes. When I was -young-. I haven't been young in some while."
"Ah, but you are! So terribly young, though you cannot see it, and you will not, until you are old and feeble as I!" She chuckles. "In years. I feel as if I have lost my youth, with each... betrayal and... lost life," the words are wry, her smile fading for a moment, before it illuminates again. "But as of late... I -have- felt younger. I'm in love! It's the best thing." He smiles knowlingly. " Love does that, my dear. I know that Antin will keep me young for some time." Ciaran rises to her feet, hands tug Alessandro up to his. Long arms slip around her to hug her affectionately.
"We will be young forever then, or as long as our loves last." She wraps her arms around him to give him a tight hug.
"You are a dear."
She murmurs, "As are you. The dearest dear." She begins laughing at that; Ciaran seems -different-. A bit sillier. A bit more vital and vibrant and alive. Guess love does agree with her.
"I think now I will go home to my darling Antin, and I will tell him of my night, and then....we will make love until the sun rises." She leads him on toward the doors back into the club. "I have a mind to do something similar." She opens the door, allows him in ahead of her.

this is basically a story made from a transcript of a roleplaying session between me and the player of a character named Ciaran. She was a fantastic roleplayer, she and I had some great scenes together. I wish I had more of them to transcribe.