Roxie indicated the island in the center of the kitchen with its assortment of chairs and barstools - all of which seemed to work together. There were different kinds, to accommodate the variety of people who inhabited the Mansion. She nodded at one, implying that Joe should take a seat.
She then reached into the fridge and pulled out a variety of meats, cheeses, vegetables, and condiments and laid them carefully across the island in front of Joe, and then turned back to get a plate, a few knives, and the cutting board.
As she set to making him a sandwich, she snuck a look at Joe. The way he'd paused before he said the word "traveling" piqued Roxie's curiosity. When they'd been younger, he'd still been a little older than her, and so she knew there were certain things about his life that she was unaware of. And unlike Roxie's later years, where she'd appeared in the society pages and gossip columns for her antics and exploits - both in and out of costume - Joe had pretty much disappeared.
"Sammy's good at that," Roxie nodded, brushing past the military school bit. There was something there - a story - but Roxie didn't want to push. Joe had just returned, and scaring him away was pretty much the last thing she wanted to do.
He would, she hoped, open up when he was ready.
"New York is...New York," Roxie said. "A new hotspot every week, but the old pizza places, falafel stands, and hot dog vendors are still the better than the new places that crop up." Truth be told, it had been a very long while since Roxie had slipped into something shimmery and barely there and gone out for a night on the town, having her choice of men available to her to do with whatever it was that pleased her most.
"I have a permanent invitation to the Boom Boom Room and Le Bain, but if you're into tons of celebrities and kitschy eighties decor, Ph-D at Dream Town isn't too bad." She paused. "Westway is nice, but small, and a little hipstery." She said that last word a little disdainfully. She didn't understand that whole irony thing. Just be who you are and do things because you feel like it, not because you're trying to make some bizarre statement. "There are other, more low-key places, too."
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She then reached into the fridge and pulled out a variety of meats, cheeses, vegetables, and condiments and laid them carefully across the island in front of Joe, and then turned back to get a plate, a few knives, and the cutting board.
As she set to making him a sandwich, she snuck a look at Joe. The way he'd paused before he said the word "traveling" piqued Roxie's curiosity. When they'd been younger, he'd still been a little older than her, and so she knew there were certain things about his life that she was unaware of. And unlike Roxie's later years, where she'd appeared in the society pages and gossip columns for her antics and exploits - both in and out of costume - Joe had pretty much disappeared.
"Sammy's good at that," Roxie nodded, brushing past the military school bit. There was something there - a story - but Roxie didn't want to push. Joe had just returned, and scaring him away was pretty much the last thing she wanted to do.
He would, she hoped, open up when he was ready.
"New York is...New York," Roxie said. "A new hotspot every week, but the old pizza places, falafel stands, and hot dog vendors are still the better than the new places that crop up." Truth be told, it had been a very long while since Roxie had slipped into something shimmery and barely there and gone out for a night on the town, having her choice of men available to her to do with whatever it was that pleased her most.
"I have a permanent invitation to the Boom Boom Room and Le Bain, but if you're into tons of celebrities and kitschy eighties decor, Ph-D at Dream Town isn't too bad." She paused. "Westway is nice, but small, and a little hipstery." She said that last word a little disdainfully. She didn't understand that whole irony thing. Just be who you are and do things because you feel like it, not because you're trying to make some bizarre statement. "There are other, more low-key places, too."