It had been what felt like ages since he had last seen Sofia. The Easter dance at blue Pegasus almost 5 years ago was the last time he had seen her. So needless to say they had a lot of catching up to do. But before he could think about that, my god, what was he going to wear. Sofia was never one to be seen without being something from one of the latest catalogues. So maybe it was time to go into the closet and see what it was he could muster up to fit the occasion he was headed to.

Though finding something on par with her would be hard. So perhaps he should go for subtlety in favor of something completely over the top. Perhaps a nice pair of pants, shoes, and a dinner jacket would be appropriate. But then he would have to find all those things and quick.
Once the outfit was settled on he quickly dressed himself and headed out the door. He had decided on a pair of black dress pants. Loafers of the same color, and a white button down shirt with the top of it undone. He strolled down the street to the club, wondering if Sofia had already entered. He of course did not mean to be fashionably late if she had.

He walked through the door with a lit cigar in his mouth as he began to scan the room for the woman of the hour.

He chuckled to himself as he could not see her, but he could smell her quite distinctly. A scent he’d not forgotten in the slightest. He knew she loved to pounce on unsuspecting prey, though while he was not that, he didn’t mind playing her little game. Especially seeing as though they had not seen each other in quite sometime. Her velvety smooth skin covering his eyes was a nice touch as she tried to see how bothered she could make him. This playful side of hers was something that eluded most people, and he counted himself to be one of the very lucky few to get to see it. “Good enough to eat, is that your nice way of telling me I got fat?” He said with a chuff.

“Keep breathing on my neck like that, and I’m going to have something to write to pent house forum about.” He said with another numerous chuff as he simply let her keep playing the game she seemed to be enjoying oh so much. He was never one to spoil anyone else’s good time. That and it was always fun to hear the reactions of passersby about the display they were putting on for the world at this time.

Oh what a night this was shaping up to be. It was clear that someone had, had enough of being just a mom and a wife for the moment. While he knew that dear Lisa would never let her beauty and dedication go unappreciated perhaps it was time for the Casanova to do some reminding of his own. Perhaps give her a little deja vu to a moment shared long ago.

Upon the nipping of his ear, he could feel the beast that slept in his blood become a bit stirred. Turning himself around to face the emerald eyed bombshell. He raised a hand to her hip and caressed it slowly as his ruby reds stared into her emerald greens. Completely forgetting where it exactly was that they found themselves. Raising one digit on his free hand to her bottom lip, giving it a small tease.

“Seems to be this little letter is going to write itself for me.” He chuckled as he traced her luscious lower lip with his thumb, tugging on it a bit. She wasn’t the only tease here you know. This reminded him of the one up man ship they used to engage in. Let’s see who was the more daring of the two.

"Well, it's only a misadventure if you fail." He said as he smirked in her direction, it seemed as though his companion wanted to take their little party to the bar. He of course wouldn't complain about sharing a drink. Such things were to be expected in a place such as this. So he would allow her to lead him over to the bar. The mother in her seemed to still want to lead by the hand. Not that it was a big deal, he didn't mind it one bit.

Time spent with her was something he had been longing for, so if this was going to be done at her pace and rules of engagement, who was he to raise a complaint? Upon the two reaching the bar, he would take his seat, perusing the menu of what he wanted to start the night off with. Would he want a nice sake, or perhaps a strong brown whiskey or rum? Hard to tell at this time.

Perhaps he would let loose tonight and go for more of a party starter. "Sake bomb for myself, that ought to start the night off just right." he said as glass of beer and shot glass of sake was put in front of him.

“I’m not sure I’d consider this going hard. But I guess it is a bit heavy for a starter drink.” He said with a chuckle as he flashed his sharp canines in a very toothy smile over to his companion for the night. Turning his head back he looked down at his drink and declared “bottoms up.” As he dropped his shot glass of sake into the beer mug and began to chug it down. Glug glug glug the beer went down his throat and he’d not stop until it was all gone.

He caught the shot glass between his lips, putting the beer stine down and removing the shot glass from his mouth. As he placed it on the table he let out a sigh of contentment. It had been some time since he had visited a bar other than that of his own. “I didn’t think I remembered how to do that.” He said with a childlike smile of amazement on his face. He rested his head in both of his hands and arched his back in his chair, causing a loud pop to echo in the room. “I had been working on that one for some time now.” His attention turned back to his scarlet siren beside him, marveling at her shape with both hands still cupping his face as he rested his arms at the elbow on the bar.

“While I can’t say that I didn’t think about sprucing up some of my less used skills. The drinking trick was not one of them.” Manzo said with a laugh as he continued to gaze into her eyes. Not trying to make her uncomfortable but he couldn’t help himself in the moment, it felt like years since they had spent time together so all he could do was take these mental photos, in case they were to part ways for a time again.

“Apologies Sofia-San, I didn’t meant to make you feel as though I was ogling your body. I’d never intend to disrespect you in such a way.” He tried to assure of this, which was true. But like he had said previously, he could not help but soak it in. It was too rare an opportunity. “So tell me, how have you been Sofia-San. Feels like ages since we last got to speak.” Though if she were to ask the same he would not be able to actually give her anything exciting outside of his journey back to his homeland to see his mothers. But perhaps she would be interested in know such things, we would have to wait and see.

"My other talents must remain a secret sadly." Manzo said with a smirk as he took out a cigar from his jacket pocket. He couldn't help but feel a bit of nostalgia in this moment even if it was just a simple cigar. It felt like old times among the two. Sharing stories of family. Even if the setting was a bit odd.

The thumping bass reverberated through the walls of the club, making the glasses on the bar shake with each beat. The dance floor was packed with bodies, moving and swaying to the rhythm of the music. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, perfume, and alcohol.

At the bar, the bartenders moved quickly, pouring drinks and serving shots to the impatient customers. They yelled over the music, trying to take orders and keep up with the demands of the crowd. The bar was the busiest place in the club, and everyone wanted to be served quickly.

The DJ in the corner was surrounded by flashing lights and fog machines, creating a surreal atmosphere. He had the crowd in the palm of his hand, switching between dance hits and hip-hop anthems, and the crowd responded with screams and cheers.

The club was packed with people, from all walks of life. There were young college students, dressed in their trendiest outfits, trying to impress each other. There were older men and women, looking for a break from their mundane lives, dancing and flirting with anyone who caught their eye. There were groups of friends, celebrating birthdays or just enjoying a night out on the town.

The atmosphere was electric, and the energy in the air was palpable. It was impossible not to get caught up in the excitement of the club. Everyone was here for the same reason – to let loose and have a good time.

But amidst the chaos, there were still moments of intimacy. Couples were huddled in corners, whispering sweet nothings in each other's ears. Others were grinding on the dance floor, lost in the heat of the moment.

Which made it all the more odd that the two were catching up here, it was so dysfunctional, but perhaps that's why it was perfect for them. "I spent the winter up in a cabin ice fishing. Not the most glamorous thing but all the same, I enjoyed myself."

Manzo would then light his cigar from that last utterance and take a small puff from it, not one to lose himself in the cigar over the woman of the hour. "How did your mother like meeting her grandchildren?" He asked.

"I'm sure you can be very persuasive when you need to be." Manzo said with a chuckle as she went into her bag of tricks, that little playful accent of hers reminding him of times in far off lands and it brought on a good feeling. When the subject of who he was with out in the wilderness came about he could only find himself confused.

Why would such a thing even cross her mind in any capacity. It's not like his love life was anything worth musing about at the end of the day. But perhaps it was just in her nature to worry about the company in which he was keeping. They were very close, but rarely did anything together these days, so perhaps it was a bit of jealousy on her part that he would take anyone other than her to such a place.

Though if that were the case he would hope she would come out and say something to let him know that her intentions had changed, or well, advanced. "No no, I went alone, not much for company these days. I'm sure you can understand that." He said with a soft smile as he continued to listen to her talk. He loved the fact that she had grown into becoming this doting mother, it was very attractive on her.