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Isra is well aware she could have been earlier than she was but even now she was like a child, being enthralled by everything, curious of every movement. She has no understanding of just how important a person she's about to visit and what it means to have gotten such a meeting with them. As far as she was concerned he was just another man she was being forced to deal with. All she could hope for was that it would at least be fun.

She finally makes it inside after sorting things out with the man at the door, it seems unnecessary but she takes it with grace and thanks him for his patience with her. It does not take her long to find herself distracted, taking in the ambiance of the place. It feels comfortable, almost like a night at home with a glass of wine and a book. It makes her smile as seeks out the man she is meeting. She only finds one and takes her chances that it is him.

"Looks like it's been a long day, I do apologize if I'm keeping you up. My circumstances require an unusual schedule." Her tone is graceful and professional, just as she'd been taught but the smile on her face is just a little too devious. It matches well with her decision to slip into the seat next to him rather than across and pick up his half finished glass, spinning it in her hands for a moment. "Mister FERNANDO SILPH I presume?"

She takes a sip of the cocktail, curiosity winning her over. As always the woman is oblivious to the fact she is acting with a familiarity usually reserved for old friends or certain types of acquaintances. To her it's simple, if they're going to be working together then they might as well get used to each other now. She places the glass back on the table in front of him and waits for his answer.

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She is unsurprised by the tiredness in his voice, he looks the part at least. She herself takes on a tone to match all too often, especially if she grows too bored. It only worries her that it won't be as entertaining a night as it ought to be. You don't get to know a person in passing formalities, you get to know them when they make the comments they don't expect to make.

"Haven't decided yet." she grins "Your's is pretty good." at least that seems to get a response, even a small one. She welcomes it though and it only encourages her to take the drink back for another sip. "Perhaps you should order a couple more of those, especially since it seems you got started without me." she rose a brow as she eyed the table and its empty glasses. She certainly had some catching up to do didn't she?

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"Whatever you'll drink, might as well keep sharing. Unless it bothers you of course." There might have been a hint of challenge in her voice if one chose to take it that way. She had a way of unnerving people and she liked to use it rather than not. She would retreat a little if he wished of course, she wanted to see him comfortable first. To unnerve him too much would create a rocky start to what was likely to be a long relationship.

A finger tapped the glass and her eyes strayed to the table while she contemplated how to answer his question, nothing about her was so straightforward. She could lie, she could spin a simple tale, something that would be realistic and well received more than not. She chose not to. "For fun."

Her eyes snapped back up to his face, she knew it wasn't the answer he would be expecting. "And not the way you'll feel compelled to take that. I was offered the assignment due to a recent engagement and with nothing better to do with my time currently, I accepted it." it was the truth. She could have rejected or asked to be reassigned, her current relations would have probably gotten such a request accepted. "Currently my fiance is as boring and bland as a Magikarp and I can only stare at a wall and drink s much wine before I need something to do with myself."

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Isra offered him what was left of the drink she had not yet finished, seeing as he didnt mind sharing. Not to mention she found the look on his face quite amusing, she didnt miss that narrowing of his eyes but chose not to achknowledge it. He was doing well for himself though, better than most did.

"That's unfair Mister Silph, I don't play that game." she shook her head at him as he tried to ask her yet another question. How rude of him to think he got to have all the fun here! "Especiially when it was I that requested this meeting. Not you. For every question you ask I get to ask one as well. And if I feel your holding back at all then so shall I. So step wisely Mister Silph."

Isra was not afraid to assert herself amongst the big dogs at play, they oftem thought themselves in charge and she took pleasure in proving they were not. The alcohol would soon prove to only bolden her behaviors, she was a rather outgoing drunk.

"So, Mister, why bother being a councilmen? Especially with the turmoil it's bound to bring." superficial questions, she would not linger on them long. She'd dig as soon as she found something to split apart and make a hole with.

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His response prompts a curious tilting of her head as she watches him. Judging his answer and whether or not she would accept it as up to par. She let's there be a moment of quiet between them afterward, pausing for a moment too long. She wants to make it seem like she might not be satisfied with that answer even though she has decided to accept it. Set the bar high, they'll either reach up to meet it or give up and make way for those that will.

She lets the moment feel long before giving her acceptance by getting a bit more comfortable. Shrugging out of the large shawl that adorned her shoulders regardless of the weather and setting it on the table. It is now more obvious than before that she has gone for a simple elegance, sophisticated has always been more her appeal than not. A black dress with matching lace overlay reaches up to her neck, sleeveless, only a single gold necklace in sight and no other glamor, it was even long enough to hide just how high her heels were. It is deliberate as is much about her, one can easily cull a man's ego by making it apparent to him you do not see him worthy of you dolling yourself up. Even her hair is down instead of in the high ponytail she would have normally worn with this dress. Something he might see of her at a later date.

Fro now she simply grabs one of the drinks without looking and places it in front of her.

"And what do you plan to do to change that?" she wasn't looking for anything in particular. The fact he saw and accepted that fact was appealing enough to her. It was easy to stick one's head under a pillow and ignore the world, especially the unpleasant truths. She could appreciate when someone accepts that their side was the one at fault, regardless of how.

She sipped her drink, it didn't really matter if it was good so long as it went down.

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Isra will continue her game regardless of its effects, it's not one for a short drive. Rather she likes to think herself as having better mental endurance than most she faces. In many cases this has proven to be true if for no other reason than something the woman has a special knack for- not giving a shit.

"I said for every question you ask I get to ask one, I never said anything about it going both ways." a flash of a devious grin, she knows she's not wrong but she also knows that's a game of splitting hairs. It's her being a smart ass when perhaps she shouldn't be, but the woman can't help herself. Not in the slightest. The fact that he answers her however is enough to garner a drop more of interest and with it another answer, but not before addressing her drink while he speaks.

There is mild contemplation, she could simply sip here and there, keep up those lady like appearances. Be coy and playful, make a game of sharing drinks, or she could just the straight forward path she does pick. He's busy speaking while she's busy tipping her head back, glass following suite and down goes nearly the drink. She in not lacking in courteousness and by the time he has finished asking his question she has placed what is left of the drink in front of, his portion to share.

It takes her a moment to let the burn of the alcohol settle before she answers him. "Family tradition, politics, money, all of the above? It wasn't entirely my choice it was much to do with my father and I suspect my mother's side of the family." She shrugs, the movement is a little too much on a woman who seems like she should be coming off as delicate, but Isra prefers not to be seen as fragile anyway. "As for the gentleman I chose? He checked all the boxes on their side and enough of the ones on mine to let it slide. I would rather have someone more fun but he will do. Besides, at this point in the game I suspect he is holding out on the weddings to get something out of my family and that there is very much a chance it will be called off within the year." a frank answer, she sees no reason to hide it. The engagement has been fairly quiet but she is aware she is in the sort of company that would hear about such things on the whispers of others regardless of how hush hush they tried to keep things.

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"Don't plan to either." though the rest of his comment reminds Isra that she continues to be out of place amongst the masses. She does not see it as a trial, simply how it is. It's not a problem to her to be in a marriage that i without love and exists for another purpose. Though Isra has wondered for quite some time now if she is capable of love in the manner that so many others see it or if it is beyond her now, one of many things she was not taught as a child and would not be learning now as an adult. Like with many things she should have found it upsetting, but she does not. "It doesn't bother me to be honest. There are worse arrangements that I could be in."

It is not wrong but she tries to avoid dwelling on the matter It is her turn to ask a question now wasn't it? It seemed they were going to follow a different pattern here, 2 and 2 would be fine by her as well though she imagined that would be followed less and less as they went along. "I'm curious, if one got in the way of the other which would you choose? Your position in the league as councilman or the company you share a name with?" she saw no reason to deviate from their current subject, yet. Besides he was proving to be more a talker than she expected. Perhaps it was that color in his cheeks, not that she would comment on it.

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