The waitress had just come to Sivir's table to take her drink order when Von walked briskly in. He removed his hat and sat down across from across her. He placed his hat on the chair next to him before looking up and flashing his signature grin at Sivir. She rolled her eyes, but chuckled nonetheless. The waitress took their drink orders and went off to bring them their glasses. It was then Sivir realized that Von had…cleaned up?
At the bar where he caught his target, his face had been covered by a five-o-clock shadow. Now he was clean-shaved with the exception of his dark goatee, and he smelled of cologne. "You put cologne on?" She voice was laden with skepticism. "I had to stop somewhere and freshen up before having dinner with a woman as lovely as you." She sighed at his smile. "Foolish Von, you know better than that." The waitress arrived with their drinks and Sivir took a sip of her water. "Give me a little credit, I had to try." Von laughed when her eyes narrowed at him.
Von and Sivir spent the next few minutes catching up on the events in each of their lives, as the waitresses were running around in the very busy restaurant. Von spoke of his successful streak of bringing in criminals and his prediction that Malcolm Graves would very soon ask Captain Fortune to marry him. She agreed with him wholeheartedly on that. Sarah and Graves had been an item for longer than Sivir had known Von. Sivir told him of her Tribe's current prosperity and her little 'vacation' that had been forced. He laughed at that. "I have to admit, you can work a little too hard sometimes." Sivir scowled at Von. "There is no such thing as working too hard." She took another sip of her drink before speaking again. "I am all for taking breaks and relaxing, but when work needs to be done, it needs to be done completely with no slacking off."
Their waitress finally came back and asked for their orders. They had been so deep into their catching up that Von had forgotten to look through the menu. He picked it up, leafing through it. "What's good here? I've never been." Sivir didn't bother to pick up her menu. "Everything is good. This was my favorite place to eat back when I lived in the city. Just because I 'work too hard' doesn't mean I don't go looking for the best places to loosen up." She pulled down her scarf and smirked at him before turning her attention to the waitress. "I'll have a bowl of your clam chowder and another glass of water." Von scanned through his menu and picked the first thing that sounded good to him, which was the House Sandwich. The waitress refilled their glasses and scuttled off.
A notable silence passed between the two of them. Sivir glanced up from her drink to notice Von staring at her intently. "Is there something on my scarf?" she asked blandly, trying to figure out the aim of his piercing blue eyes. "It really is nice to see you again, Sivir." His voice had noticeably softened. And his big smile had drifted away. "Are you alright, Von? Have you had too much to drink already?" She glanced at his tumbler, finding that it was still nearly full of rum. Von only blinked at her.
Just then, their waitress was back with with their food. She placed Von's giant sandwich in front of him, and Sivir's bowl of chowder in front of her. They consequently dug in. Sivir shrugged off Von's behavior and crumbled crackers into her chowder while he lifted the sandwich and took a bite. "Lord, this is huge. I may have to get a box for this." The sandwich itself was comprised of thick, toasted bread, three types of meat, and thin slices of cheese that had been melted. It was unadorned by any sort of dressing because it was served with a sauce made from the juice of the roasted meat.
They ate in relative silence, occasionally remarking about the food, weather, or the people in the room with them. Occasionally Von would look up at Sivir and she'd catch him glancing. She found his behavior increasingly strange. He hadn't been like this ten months ago when they were hunting down the gun-trading fugitive that was hiding in the desert. After some time, the finished their food. Sivir reached down with one hand to fish into her pocket for her money satchel, and felt Von's hand rest on top of hers. She looked up into his face, wondering why he felt the need to touch her. "Don't worry about this, I've got it." Sivir's hand twitched under his but she did not pull away. "I have plenty of money. Why would you pay for me?"
"Consider this a date. I'm paying, and you won't be able to stop me." Finally, his smile came back to his face, and his eyes looked cocky as he slapped down his bag of gold. "Are you trying to start something with me Von? This is dinner, not a date. Whatever you're playing at…you won't win." Sivir knew he was baiting her, but she couldn't help but be stubborn and want a challenge. "It is, but you can try to get me back later." He handed the gold to the waitress, leaving a her hefty tip. The woman looked exhausted, and he knew how that could be. The woman seemed shocked to find that her tip was more money than the actual dinner itself. She opened her mouth to point it out, but Von stopped her. "Keep it." She nodded in gratitude before pocketing the gold and cleaning up their plates and glasses.
"So," Von rose from his seat and replaced his hat, extending a hand to Sivir to help her up. "Where are you staying? I think I just may stay in the area for a bit. You know, to handle unfinished business...and to keep catching up with you." Sivir sensed that there was something underlying here that she wasn't catching, and she intended to find out what it was. Keeping him around couldn't hurt. "Don't you have your own hotel to stay in? I figured someone with so much gold would have their own penthouse suite."
Von chuckled at her sharp tongue. Her bite and wry humor was one of the things he'd missed."I hadn't decided to get a room until now. Show me where you're staying? I'll get my own room, I swear." He put his hand over his chest. She scoffed at his mock promise."You're nothing but a weasel." she hissed at him, "I'll take you to my lodgings. Follow me...but don't judge the appearance." She took his hand and he helped her from the booth.