Tom walked with Sofia into the club, their ears were greeted with the sweet slick sound of a jazz saxophone, and to Tom's surprise, he was moved byit's sweet sound and he did find pleasure in it's notes.
"Hello children," said a host with his hand stretched out, "Welcome to the club, how can I help you?"
"Hey Reese," said Sofia wearing a bright smile.
Voldemort noted this was the first time she really seemed to have more liveliness to her then she'd displayed before.
"Peculiar?" he noted.
The host raised his stained glasses and commented, "Baby girl?"
"Hey Reese." repeated Sofia, acknowledging that she was who he thought she was, he being the host.
"Sofia! Baby girl! How you been baby!" said the host giving her an enourmous hug.
"I've been good, I enrolled in a prep school a couple years ago. Having some fun, learning some new stuff, meeting some new people, fell in love a couple months ago." she said jerking her head slightly to Tom.
"Reese Coleman," said the host stretching his hand out, "Nice to meet you mister...?"
"Riddle," replied Tom, trying to politely push his hand out of his personal space, "Tom Riddle."
Reese looked at Sofia and asked, "What's his problem?"
Sofia moved her hands a little bit in the air looking for a way to describe what Tom's problem was.
"It's nothing against you, he just doesn't like people like you per say." she said, knowing it meant one thing, but would be taken as something else.
"Alright, baby girl, right this way." said Reese.
They walked over to the table and sat down.
"So Tom, what do you want to eat?" asked Sofia.
Eat? thought Riddle, I'm so used to being presented food that I've never really thought of what foods I enjoy.
"I'm not quite sure, Sofia," replied Riddle thinking quickly, "I don't eat much really."
"Well I'll decide for you I guess." replied Sofia.
"So what will it be, Sof?" asked a waitress.
"Let's see, hmmm," said Sofia, "He'll take medium rare steak and i'll have a slice of salmon with a side salad."
"And to drink." the waitress insisted.
"Wine." quickly replied Tom, "Red Wine, the best you have avalible ma'am."
He was working it for the date.
"Okay, that'll be it?" asked the waitress.
"Uhm, I suppose." replied Sofia.
the waitress then went onward to give the order to the cook.
"Tom?" questioned Sofia.
"Yes my dear?" replied Tom.
"Since when do you drink?" said Sofia.
"It was one of the few things to occupy my time at the orphanage, I loved wine tasting." replied Tom eagerly.
"You know what she's right, since when did I drink wine?" asked Voldemort.
"Oh." replied Sofia confused but not wanting to push further.
Tom doesn't strike me as the type of the person who'd drink anything, even wine.
(A/N: okay, everyone, sorry once again for the long wait period between chapters. to anyone who still waits for these chapters, i thank you. i lost track of time, and just now got back to work on this. please don't be angry, i SWEAR i won't let you down!)