[Mikelobmike]

Michael straightened his tie, brushing off some of the dust on his jacket. "Well, I believe there is a dress code, but since it it's only 3, I doubt there would be enough people in there for it to matter too much." he said, pulling out a pair of socks and shoes from the bag. "Worst comes to worst, they'll make an exception if I say so. They've been wanting access to our vintage collection, and I don't think they'll risk pissing me off over your attire."

[Metroidhunter]

Vivian nodded. "And, like you said, we could be in a private room anyway. I don't imagine that they'll care a whole lot, yeah." It took her a moment to process the last thing he said, the detail sparking her curiousity a little. "Vintage collection... What is it exactly that you Vaktars are selling that people seem to want so much? After all, you're clearly... well off. I imagine your family runs a successful business of some sort."

Placing the glove back in the bag, the rabbit faunus shruggd again, starting to smile. "Either way, this sounds like it'll be fun. I'm glad you decided to not hate me for that fight. You're definitely not really a dick, so that's like, cool." Thinking back on the circumstances of their meeting, a question came up in her mind. "Also, what's up with the ring, anyway? Sounded like it was pretty important to you."

[Mikelobmike]

Michael went to work tying his shoes, taking a bit longer than it would normally take in order to make sure they were on properly. "The Vaktar corporation is the largest producer and distributor of wine on the planet. We own many vineyards and wineries, and take care of everything down to deliveries." he said, more confidently than his usual demeanor. "We are very successful, but only have a public presence in Mistral and Atlas, for various reasons." he said, the last part rather quietly.

Michael sat up quickly after getting his shoes tied, deciding to quickly change the subject before he had to try and answer questions he didn't want to hear. "And to answer your question on the ring, it was my grandmothers. A family heirloom of sorts. It's been in my family for generations." he said shortly before the limo came to a stop.

[Metroidhunter]

"The largest, huh? Bold statement. Though I can't say much I guess, as I don't really follow booze companies." Vivian noted his pride when he spoke of his family's business, though the way he changed his tone on the last part had her wondering a little about what exactly that implied. Most rich people had some sort of sketchy shit going on, though, so it wouldn't surprise her too much if that were the case. Even her own family wasn't perfect.

As the vehicle came to a stop, Vivian set the bag down on the floor before folding her hands together, waiting for him to climb out of the limo first. "I'm not one to drink a whole lot, but I'll have to try some of your family's wine... Would they have any of it here? Or do they not get it, since they are outside of Atlas and Mistral?" she asked, soon realizing that she might be starting to come across as being a little nosy.

[Mikelobmike]

Michael stepped out of the limo first, offering his hand to her as she exited. "You really are the nosy one, aren't you? I believe they carry a few of our wines here, but they don't yet have access to our most valuable wines. We have to be assured that those who get it are of the utmost quality, mostly for brand reasons."

[Metroidhunter]

Vivian chuckled a little as Michael confirmed the idea that she was asking too many questions. After he climbed out, the rabbit girl accepted his offer and took his hand in her own metal replacement. It was only a reminder as to how it kind of sucked, not being able to experience touch like that. The thought was pushed to the back of her mind as quickly as it had come up, as she didn't want to think about anything that was even mildly upsetting right then.

"Hard not to be nosy when I'm with company that is as intriguing as yourself." As she mentioned him, she took a moment to look over, briefly admiring what he wore before comparing it to her own attire. Damn, maybe the dress would have been a good idea; she would probably look like a bum to the people in the restaurant, at least compared to everyone else. "But yeah, I'll chill with the questions a 'lil."

[Mikelobmike]

Michael got a little shock to the system as her cold metal hand touched his. He had forgotten about that somehow in the intervening time. "Not to be rude, but you're a rabbit faunus with metal arms that can punch holes in people's heads. That one I know firsthand. Believe me, I'm not the interesting one here." he said, closing the door behind her.

The restaurant's exterior was very white. It had white paneling, white paint on the building, and a white frame to the door at the center. "Damn, you can probably see this place from space." he casually mentioned, walking toward the large glass doors at the front and holding them open for Vivian.

[Metroidhunter]

Vivian took some time to appreciate the building's appearance as they walked up, nodding in agreement as Michael commented on the lights. Once he held the door open, she gave him a short 'thanks' before heading inside, waiting for him to follow so that she could start talking to him again.

"I'm interesting? And yet, you've showed me today that I'm not nearly as unique as I would have thought, considering that there's another robo-armed rabbit running around the city." She briefly looked around the inside of the establishment before turning to look back up at him, giving him a smile that did a good job of showing her excitement from being at such a place.

[Mikelobmike]

Vivian's enthusiasm seemed infectious, as Michael himself started growing a smile as they entered the establishment. Michael walked past her and over to the hostess' podium. The hostess was a short, hopelessly thin woman. Michael towered over her like a redwood over a park bench. "Vaktar, party of two." he said calmly. The woman furrowed her brow and leaned to the side to look at Vivian. She looked back up at Michael and looked like she was prepared to say something when he put his hand up. "She's with me. The attire is my fault." he said, motioning with his hand.

The hostess again looked like she wanted to say something, but had the fear of god in her. She quietly picked up two menus and practically whispered "Follow me." as she led them to the table.

[Metroidhunter]

Vivian followed closely as they approached the hostess, immediately starting to judge the woman as she was probably doing the same to her. She couldn't help but have a smug grin once they were allowed through anyway, proud of the fact that she could enter an establishment while still dressing like herself. Of course, that was all thanks to Michael. Once they finally reached their table, Vivian went to whisper something to him, having to stand on her toes to reach. Even then, she wasn't nearly tall enough to be close to his ear, but she whispered anyway. "She doesn't seem too happy."

[Mikelobmike]

As they got to the table, Michael pulled out the chair for Vivian before sitting himself, waiting for the hostess to leave the private room. The room was deceptively spacious, being rather tall to disguise the fact that it wasn't incredibly wide. Still, it suited their purposes well. Being too far apart would make them talk louder than what Michael wanted to about the subject matter. "Yes. She didn't seem too pleased that you would break the dress code. Well, it doesn't matter at this point." he said, putting his napkin on his lap.

[Metroidhunter]

Vivian thanked Michael before taking her seat, nodding."Mhm, that's what I figured. Hopefully it's not bothering you too." While she knew that she had already been very inquisitive, perhaps a little too much, the rabbit still felt the need to ask him questions. However, they were of a slightly different nature, so she could only hope that her asking wouldn't get him annoyed. "So, I've learned about the Vaktars a lot today. Still, I don't know you very well, Michael. What do you do, if you don't mind me asking? Feel free to say 'no' if you want to ask me shit first." She began doing the same as him with the napkin and putting it on her lap.

[Mikelobmike]

Michael looked down at her, a small smile on his face. "No, it's fine. Ask away. I can't guarantee you'll like all the answers, but go for it." he said, reaching to an ice bucket in the middle of the table. He pulled out a bottle of wine, looking over the label. "Yep, Blut der Götter. They have our wines here. Try some, I think you'll like it. It's a sweeter wine." he said, pouring a glass for both himself and Vivian.

Michael took a sip of his wine, nodding his head in approval. "Seems like they've kept it in excellent condition as well. Anyway, you wanted to know what I do? I am working as a representative of the company in Vale while I train as a huntsman. You?" he said, the comfort of the familiar wine giving him renewed confidence.

[Metroidhunter]

Vivian was careful as she lifted the glass of wine, wanting to avoid accidentally shattering it with her iron grip. Drinking wasn't something that she did often, and for that exact reason. The more drunk you get, the easier it is for you to break things. When you've got the strength equivalent to that of multiple people built into your arms, things get a lot more difficult to control. Of course, she didn't mind alcohol in moderation, but she still preferred using other substances with less impairing effects.

"Huntress-in-training myself. Third year at Beacon so far." Vivian took a sip of the drink slowly, tasting it a little, then setting the glass down again. Her eyes returned to him as she started looking him up and down. "Hm... I'd try to guess what year you're in, but I honestly have no clue. Your height kinda throws me off." Her gaze turned back to meet his, and she gave a small wave of her hand. "No offense, though. Not sure if you wanna talk about that."

[Mikelobmike]

Michael set down his glass, seeing the delicate way she attempted to handle hers. "Here. I've got a trick that I used to use when holding a wine glass." he said, cupping his hand around the head of the glass. "If you place it between your middle and index fingers, you don't put any pressure on the glass. I've shattered a few of these myself." he said, picking his glass up as such.

Michael took a second of silence, looking down at his wine glass. When he looked back up, he turned back to Vivian. "First year. I think if I had more experience, that would have actually been a fight back there." he said, taking a sip from his glass.