At the bar ((Closed Rathis/M))
Jan. 31st, 2009 09:06 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
Mathis hated to drink alone. It was a dirty habit.
He was sitting at the Ravenclaw bar by himself, drinking a glass of wine. He was allowing himself this one glass in solitude, and keeping himself company with his memories while he waited for his companion to arrive. He thought mostly of Gemma, and wondered what she was up to, how she had found out, and what became of the villa. Though not nearly as old as him, she was no young thing, and he hoped that she had found herself a stud to entertain her like she had him. Mathis certainly loved beautiful women, but in his old age he had been forced to admit to himself that a woman who had seen the world was much more interesting than a pretty thing with no matter inside the head. With age came experience, and while the passage of time had left it's mark on Gemma's body, it had certainly done wonders to sharpen her mind, her wit, and her tongue.
( That was why he was saving the second glass of the night for M. )
He was sitting at the Ravenclaw bar by himself, drinking a glass of wine. He was allowing himself this one glass in solitude, and keeping himself company with his memories while he waited for his companion to arrive. He thought mostly of Gemma, and wondered what she was up to, how she had found out, and what became of the villa. Though not nearly as old as him, she was no young thing, and he hoped that she had found herself a stud to entertain her like she had him. Mathis certainly loved beautiful women, but in his old age he had been forced to admit to himself that a woman who had seen the world was much more interesting than a pretty thing with no matter inside the head. With age came experience, and while the passage of time had left it's mark on Gemma's body, it had certainly done wonders to sharpen her mind, her wit, and her tongue.
( That was why he was saving the second glass of the night for M. )