Naji ibn Petra (Oct 4, 2011 6:45:22 PM)
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Naji ibn Petra (Oct 4, 2011 6:45:29 PM)
(du monde?)
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 4, 2011 6:46:12 PM)
(yes, http://www.cafedumonde.com/main.html it used to be a permanent room in the chat, not sure why they cleared it off)
Naji ibn Petra (Oct 4, 2011 6:48:17 PM)
(i figured you would have just made like a starbucks lol)
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 4, 2011 6:49:37 PM)
*Tasha stands at the front counter, waiting, leaning heavily to one side for balance while the heavy bag on her shoulder pulls her to the other. She watches the sweet and savoury treats on display. An endless row of what to want, but she seems to enjoy the view more than want to have a piece of it. Her eyes are blurry, only half open, and she sways slightly. Yet her expression is as cool as ever and her chin held up high. Drunk but dignified, she waits for her just placed order.*
Naji ibn Petra (Oct 4, 2011 6:57:32 PM)
*An older gentleman enters the Cafe, along with three other women. Two of which appear to be his age, the third appears to be at least a decade younger. The two elder women wear appear to be a bit old fashioned as they wear veils, while the younger one does not. After entering the two older women and Naji take a seat at a table, while the third one heads to the counter and orders coffee and tea, hoping they have an Arabic variety available*
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 4, 2011 7:01:00 PM)
*Tasha's eyes open a little wider as her curiousity is awakened by the four newcomers. What an odd sight to have people wear veils...her brow is arched slightly and then firrowed in thought. She look away when one of the women come nearby her at the counter, just to be polite enough to not stare while she listens to her order. Meanwhile, her eyes fall on the man, and stop to look at him. The thoughtful brows furrow a little more and her head tilts to one side as if she's trying to figure where she has seen that guy before.*
Naji ibn Petra (Oct 4, 2011 7:07:05 PM)
*indeed his appearance would be familiar as the older arab male that was in the Sugar Mill, the younger woman who didn't have a veil orders, 2 coffee's and 2 tea's, then she paid and went to the table to wait on their orders*
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 4, 2011 7:09:14 PM)
*It takes a while before she is hit by recognition, and her bushy eyebrows jump high up on her forehead. She snaps her fingers to herself and swirls around to face the table, and then strolls the few steps over the floor that separates her from the party.* Heyyyy, Naji! *she greets the guy with a cheery outgoing manner, and waits to be aknowledged.*
Naji ibn Petra (Oct 4, 2011 7:15:08 PM)
*when addressed he looks up and over as do the females, he offers a soft smile* Why Miss Tasha...how are you tonight? *the females murmur to themselves in arabic of course*
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 4, 2011 7:18:03 PM)
Eh. *She runs her hand thought her hair and gives herself a little rub on the head while she conciders the question for a second* Average. Trying to sober up. Not alot of fun, that...*her eyes go from one women to the next, and she stretches a polite smile across her face. Then her eyes return to Naji.* I didn't first recognize you in so much light, hehe. So you having a little family breakfast here? Didn't mean to intrude if I did.
Naji ibn Petra (Oct 4, 2011 7:23:53 PM)
Well we were taking in the sites of the city and simply stopped to catch our colletive breathes and get a drink to reinvigortate ourselves. Allow me to introduce you to my wives. *motioning to the two older veiled women* This is Aziza and Sajah...*then motioning to the younger unveiled female* This is Yasmeen. *she says 'allo, the others simply look at her* Only Yasmeen speaks english, though.
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 4, 2011 7:27:52 PM)
That's fiiine.. *she smiles widely and puts a hand flat on her chest to give a very courteous bow* Tasha. *Her hair insists on falling back over her face when she bows, and she just blows it off when she straightens up again* Cool city this, New Orleans. I haven't been here longer than a month or two but I already feel like a real cajun. *she smirks playfully, talking ot the women, wether they understood her or not.* Not sure about those veils, though. In some states they are illegal. You know about that, Naji? *her blue eyes swift back to the man in the table*
Naji ibn Petra (Oct 4, 2011 7:28:58 PM)
Illegal, why would they be illegal? *he tilts his head curiously*
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 4, 2011 7:33:40 PM)
It's a matter of identification. Oh..*A tender brings over her cup of coffee on a tray. A double espresso with a scoop of ice cream in it. Tasha picks it up and spends a moment to dig in the heavy bag of hers, untill she finds her wallet. She focuses for a moment and shows an impressive finger agility to pull a note out of her wallet, one-handedly. Then she puts it on the tray that the waitor takes away* Yeah like...you are required to show your face atleast. So that people know who they are talkign to and the security cameras can get a view of your face and the police, if you are pulled over. People who don't show they faces are concidered to have a reason to not want themselves be identified.
Naji ibn Petra (Oct 4, 2011 7:39:49 PM)
How ridiculous. *he takes in a breathe and sighs* That is very inconsiderate and ignorant on their parts. Nearly as foolish as buying bottled water. *it was shortly there after that a waitress comes to their table and sets the coffee and tea down, it already being paid she turns around and leaves them to their own devices* So, what plans have you this evening?
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 4, 2011 7:43:22 PM)
Plenty. A bit too many. *she sips her coffee, still standign next to the table and lettign her weight and the bag's to rest on one leg. Her eyes close as the black liquid goes in and fills her senses for a moment, then she licks her lips before she speaks again* Gonna check out a place. An old house that's supposed to be haunted. Curious, eh? People say that some visiting Sultan used to live there and then disappeared and left behind alot of dead bodies. Urban legends, ofcourse, but over here peoepl take that kinda stuff pretty seriously.
Naji ibn Petra (Oct 4, 2011 7:46:36 PM)
*rae and tilts his head* That's surprising to hear. Not many leaders would leave their country. And I don't recall any to have done so and not return. What sort of house is it?
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 4, 2011 7:48:40 PM)
That's what I'm gonna find out. *she shrugs, holdign the steamign cop of coffee under her nose to breathe the aroma. Her eyes are fixed on Naji, however.* Then got some other business in the docks, hmm logn walk. You don't happen to have a spare car I could borrow, do you? *she smirks*
Naji ibn Petra (Oct 4, 2011 7:50:04 PM)
*smiles* I have not acquired a vehicle in this country as of yet. It's not something I felt was all that necessary. I prefer walking most of the time anyway. And at worst, we can hail a Taxi.
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 4, 2011 7:50:59 PM)
Yeah, I figured I didn't need one when I first arrived too, but....well, it's a big city. *she shrugs a bit* So you live nearby now then? Somewhere in the garden district?
Naji ibn Petra (Oct 4, 2011 7:52:21 PM)
*nods* I own a Vineyard that lies on the edge of the west bank of the river.
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 4, 2011 7:53:04 PM)
*A moment of silence. Then a quirked brow* Really?
Naji ibn Petra (Oct 4, 2011 7:54:27 PM)
*he smirks a little* You seem surprised. Though you shouldn't be. It's also close to the local Mosque so I can visit it on occasion as well.
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 4, 2011 7:59:29 PM)
REALLY? *she quirks the other brow* An alcohol-producing muslim...*then she quikly silences herself and gives a charmign grin to hide her thought behind.* Ah, I was just a bit surprised, yes. Not every day I meet a land owner. Stock kings and mafiosos, if we look at the classy end, but...yeah. It's a pleasure to make your aquaitance. *she nods her head in a brief bow.* Well...like I said, I didn't mean to intrude your little family moment here so. *she downs the rest of the coffee and hits the empty mug to the plate that rests on her palm.* I guess I will be going. If you want a guide or just some company, just give me a call, hmm...you have my number yet?
Naji ibn Petra (Oct 4, 2011 8:01:14 PM)
*he chuckles softly* No, I have not acquired your number.
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 4, 2011 8:03:14 PM)
Eh, well...*she puts the cup on the plate on the table corner, and digs into her shoulderbag again. Finally she produces a pen and a tiny notebook, on which she scribes a number. She tears the page off and hands it to Naji with her most charming smile* Here you go, Sir.
Naji ibn Petra (Oct 4, 2011 8:04:29 PM)
*he takes it with a smile* Thank you, and I will no doubt take you up on the offer of a tour in the near future. I'm sure they wouldn't mind a tour as well of some of the markets. If you would be so inclined.
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 4, 2011 8:08:25 PM)
I don't mind, if I'm not busy or sleeping. *she shrugs and gives a brief smile to the women. She picks up the dishes, just so not to leave it on their table.* But you..*her finger points quite bluntly at Naji, and then turns to point at herself* ..and I.. need to set a private date for some night. Just for talk. Whenever you like, just give me a call. *she blows the strand of hair off her face again and cocks her chin up to give kind of a nod to them* But I am off now. Goodnight to you all.
Naji ibn Petra (Oct 4, 2011 8:09:59 PM)
Peace be with you. *he smiles and once she exits the establishment he would turn and face the women he was with*
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 4, 2011 8:10:38 PM)
*swirls aroudn and goes through the counter to leave the empty dishes there before she heads out the door*
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 4, 2011 8:10:42 PM)
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Naji ibn Petra (Oct 4, 2011 8:10:56 PM)
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