Seeing Elisabeth dressed in something smart, dapper was a nice alternative to the cloak she had been hiding in when they were in Oldale. It seemed that the woman wasn't afraid of showing off some skin or curves.

She appreciated that, though she didn't make her thoughts known as she led her inside.

"First time going to a club? Do you mean to tell me that you decided to join me because of my presence and not the aspect of fun and entertainment?"

A devious look crawled over Summer's lips before she laughed, polished fingers hiding her smile as she waved the bartender close to order her own drink. Something stiff tonight, to burn away her worries and aches.

"You didn't have to come along, you know. I would have come alone otherwise."

Elisabeth Fiorelli

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Summer was pleased, to say the least, that Elisabeth entertained the thought. Even though she was definitely dancing with the devil, she could provide some sort of entertainment through the rest of the evening.

"To your health," she had said, in both Kalosian and the language they understood. Something she was neglecting the longer all this mess went on her life. Yet, she tried not to betray her thoughts as she raised her own glass and drank.

The familiar burn settled down her throat, following into her stomach as she sighed, hardly making a face anymore.

"You're right. I'd imagine my night would have been much lonelier, as would yours," she teased, raising a pale brow.

"But, I don't know much about your life. Tell me something, Elisabeth. Anything. I'd enjoy to hear a few words about you. I only know you like plants. At least, from what I had gathered earlier."

Summer pondered a moment before speaking.

"Occasionally. Sometimes I have a guest. But, I don't leave here alone often."

Elisabeth Fiorelli

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"I was born in Mauville. We have a Kalosian inspiration to our city, and that did not stop with just the decor. I was raised speaking the language as well. It's rather eloquent, compared to other tongues I've heard," she claimed with a simple shrug.

Nothing held her there... interesting. Summer wondered why she came to Hoenn in the first place. Sipping through her straw, she regarded her with a fixed gaze as she played with her blonde curls and spoke once more.

"Recently moved to Hoenn from Kalos. A florist by day, poisoner by night. I wonder what secrets you're hiding in your pretty blonde head, Miss Fiorelli."

It was a tease as well as a serious statement, though perhaps it was dulled by the smirk that appeared on Summer's lips.

"The company? Hmm... it depends on the day. I tend to find a lot of the people here stuffy and stuck up, believe it or not. When I come to a club, I like to loosen up. I don't care to think about work or trade when I'm searching for entertainment. There are so many people here that only come for business deals."

Her eyes drift over to a table in a corner, where a few men in stiff suits seemed to be in the middle of a hot debate about something related to business. She knew the look in their eyes. It was eat or be eaten in this world. Something Summer Prescott knew all too well.

Elisabeth Fiorelli

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Well, Elisabeth was very right. Either she could read her like a book, or she had encountered women like Summer Atreides many times before. She couldn't quite pinpoint it herself, yet she didn't question it.

"Don't we all?" she answered simply, hiding her amused smirk behind the glass of her drink.

"Even if you don't find yourself fascinating, I'd argue that many people, including myself would find you quite the character. Your history itself is enough to spark curiosity. I don't take interest in many people, but you Miss Fiorelli... you've caught my eye."

Elisabeth's observation and commentary on the business men sitting in the corner caught Summer by surprise once again. If she was not getting to know her, she would have assumed that she was nothing more than a blue collar worker in a flower shop and in Rocket. But she sensed that she, too, came from money and wealth.

Or had at least lived that life at one point.

"I see. Your late husband, he was like that as well, I assume? All business, no time for the other joys in life? Money took priority and precedence. If money didn't come in, then hell was to pay."

If she guessed accurately, it sounded a lot like her own family. Like how Summer's father raised her, how he had treated her mother, and then led him to disowning her brother for the lack of care in the family business. She understood a life like that all too well.

Summer laughed, an entertained and genuine one. Raising her brows as she looked back at Elisabeth, she shrugged.

"I suppose you can read me a lot more accurately than I originally thought."

Elisabeth Fiorelli

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Summer laughed, almost tipping her drink over on the individual sitting not so far away from her. She earned a scowl, a few mumbling words of annoyance, and a nasty look as the stranger walked away, determined to not be in a splash zone.

She didn't care. She was too engulfed in her company, the jokes that she managed to pull from an originally thought to be shy and reserved woman.

"Two? Well, now... I suppose that means we must have another outing. Then, you'll be able to understand the inner workings of Summer Atreides."

Elisabeth's brought up her husband. And, curiosity about him, about how he died, made Summer want to dig her nails in deep, uncover all the dirty little secrets that were hidden beneath her company's rosy surface.

However, she'd worked hard to get to this point. It'd be foolish of her to let it go to waste.

"And I imagine he burned you in the process."

Summer didn't wish she could relate. She couldn't. Her only love had been a true one. The ones she had faked for the sake of business, pursuing forth her father's will, were nothing. But Casey Fincher had been real.

And he was gone.

Tilting her head back, enjoying the bitter burn of alcohol gliding down her throat, she sighed as Elisabeth asked if she danced.

"Me? Dance? Of course I do. For work and pleasure. Keeping up a face meant ballroom parties and social soirees. But, I come to clubs for more than just drinks and good times."

Elisabeth Fiorelli

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The wording she used... Summer wondered what her husband had done. From what she could gather, Elisabeth Fiorelli did not seem to miss him or mourn him. Was there perhaps a hint of freedom in her voice?

The more she wondered, the more she wanted to know.

Yet, she didn't pry, instead allowing her companion to dig a bit deeper into her heritage and her family name.

"Indeed. Entertaining the masses when you don't want to is a tiring effort. However, coming to a place like this, where you don't have to and you can find someone you want to entertain... or the opposite, to entertain you..."

Summer smirked into her glass, shrugging.

"That's another story. You don't need to commit to an act. You can go with the flow, move at your own rhythm. And when you're tired or done? Leave. Or, if you want to take it to the next level..."

Well, that was better left unsaid.

"Exactly my point. You understand quite well. I think that coming to a place like this would benefit you more often, Elisabeth. Even if you aren't seeking a suitor for the evening."

Elisabeth Fiorelli

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