[center][h1][color=662d91]Genevieve Alleron[/color][/h1]
[i]The Indo
Day one - Late afternoon
Interacting with [@ihinka][/i][/center]

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Just as she was enjoying another drink of her whiskey and feeling the last bits of stress from the day melting away, she felt eyes upon her. It didn't bother her for the most part, and was even expected to a degree as this was a pub. As much as pub-owners wanted to make the distinction, they were really just a bar with better food. She thought for a moment on taking a glance out of her peripherals as to whose attention she acquired, but thought better of it. If they approached, they did. If not, then maybe she would actually have a quiet night for once.

Light conversation and movement from the other end of the pub caught her attention, and she took that glance. [color=662d91][i]"Shit."[/i][/color] Of course it was her. Who else would it have been? Carefully watching her approach from the corner of her eye and masking it with subtle sips of her drink, Genevieve took in her appearance a little more fully. Just comparing her with passing waiters she could see that she was roughly her own height, if not a smidge taller. Her walk was one of something that seemed either of confidence or absent-mindedness, it was hard to determine without turning to regard her fully just yet.

"Need a refill chief?"

Looked like it was the latter from the expression she made in reaction to Harkin, which made her wonder as to why she was approaching the bar to begin with. [color=662d91][i]"No. No. No. Could you not."[/i][/color] Too late, the woman was now leaning quite dangerously close at her side. Any closer and they would be rubbing shoulders, which was [i]not[/i] what she had come to the Indo for. If it wasn't for the subtle hint of smoke and the overpowering smell of food in the air, she might have worried that the day's perfume would give her entirely the wrong idea. Just the ever so slightest hint of floral scents clung to her, something she became quite aware of and frowned deeply as it seemed quite clear now that her guest was looking to chat her up.

At the very least she was female, and so unlikely to be hitting on her. Wait. What if she was into women? That would be incredibly awkward, though from cursory glances Genevieve could tell that she could hold her own if it came down to a fight. An almost masculine frame, though that could very well be down to the musculature that made it very clear this woman worked out regularly. That was a slight relief, one that was very quickly overridden by the woman's startled reaction to the barkeep.

Genevieve's reaction was smooth and precise, moving her arm with the bump and tilting her glass ever so slightly to retain the liquid within. Following through she returned it back to its position on the bar and finally turned her head to lock eyes on her guest. Through that entire motion not a single drop was spilled from her own glass, the liquid gently swirling within. She endured the apology, though it was at least offered sincerely and it gave her an opportunity to study the woman a little more intensely without drawing scrutiny.

The eyes kept trying to draw at her, the radiance of their blue depths strangely enchanting so close up, reminding her of someone she knew before Salem. [color=009900]"I'm Blaine Moore"[/color] Her accent was interesting, and made it a little difficult for her to place immediately, hinting that perhaps this woman had traveled quite a bit. Genevieve glanced down at the proffered hand and without changing her rather stoic expression, calmly took it to shake it lightly. She wasn't looking to gauge her strength or to show off her own, merely end the formalities of this encounter as soon as possible, and being at least somewhat receptive before sending someone on their way had worked quite well at avoiding confrontation in the past.

[color=662d91]"Genevieve Alleron."[/color]

Her pronunciation of her first name was quite distinctive, and likely equally unexpected. As much as she might have preferred to avoid it, she hated people mispronouncing her name more so. The syllables rolled off her tongue in a smoothness that said almost in the same breath that she was fluent in French as well as English. [color=662d91][i]"May as well see how far I can take her for a ride on that."[/i][/color] She thought to herself, thinking to indulge in a little bit of shenanigans and perhaps make herself out to simply be a foreigner. With only a bit of effort she shifted her accent more towards urban Parisian, just slight changes in pronunciation of key words made it seem all the more authentic.

[color=662d91]"Not a drop spilled, so no harm done. No need to apologize more than necessary."[/color] Of course she had no idea that her first interaction with Harkin had been noticed, marking her out to be an obvious local, so the game was rigged from the start.