you come back with gravity [gigi]

"You'll love it, I promise," Senna said with a bright smile as she grabbed Gigi's had and clomped down the steps in her much beloved black combat boots, her mostly see-through dress floating around her thighs and the yellow streetlights of New York City making her normally pale skin look golden. A red florescent sign overhead said 'BA', the R taking the night off apparently, and Senna glanced back at her friend and waggled her brows in excitement. She was in a good mood. It had been a fun night so far with her friend that she hadn't seen a some time. She had written her, of course. One particularly hasty letter came to mind after she had woken up from a dream of Gia dying and had immediately owled to check in. All had been well but it had been too long since she had spent time with Gigi and Senna was feeling way too restless.

Instead of being practical and asking their manager about the next time Oliver Rigby and the Band were booked for New York shows, Senna had bartered with a friend for a last minute portkey and had basically shown up on Gigi's front step. This little unassuming restaurant co-owned by Frankie called the Supper Club was only one of the stops that Senna had convinced and cajoled Gigi into visiting with her - most on a whim or some half-remembered fact, a few not coming to fruition at all. But the ones that had worked out? They'd been wondrous. A pop up art show featuring all female nude paintings, a muggle store run by self-claimed witches selling potions and amulets that weren't real magic but were very tempting anyway, and a tattoo shop set in an old church with black walls and even blacker floors. Senna had left with a tiny tattoo that she had decided on in the moment -- three small stars on her wrist, one for past, present, and future.

But now she was starving and she had somehow heard of this restaurant's soft opening and immediately wanted to go. And she was glad she did because she loved it at first sight. All of the mismatching portraits and misshapen mirrors, the exposed brick and strings of lights, and the smells! She wanted one of everything and as they were seated, Senna grinned at Gigi across the table. "Since they're so new, they probably don't have rules against seances in here, right?" she asked with a light laugh, pulling a menu towards her.

@Giovanna Coppola

Giovanna gave the other witch a wide, closed-lipped smile in reply to her reassurance, and entwined their fingers before giving Senna’s hand a soft squeeze. They descended the stairs together, hand-in-hand, their heavy boots clunking arhythmically.

They dropped one another’s hand at the same time—though without any sense of shame or urgency—and took their seats — Giovanna’s shiny black skin-tight pants squeaking against the leather seat cushion. The dark-haired witch took the menu offered to her and glanced across the table at Senna’s query; Gia’s face lit up. She flicked her gaze up to their waiter, who had just pulled out his notepad, and watched him as he suddenly grew paler.

“Oh, I forgot to bring my phalange,” Giovanna said with a downturn of her lips at the blonde — and out of the corner of her eyes she could see the young waiter looked relieved. He stammered that he would be back ‘in a minute’ to take their drinks order, and Gia let out a laugh as he left them alone.

She looked down at the menu finally and was pleasantly surprised to see a number of Italian dishes. “So how did you hear about this place before me?” she asked of her Irish friend, genuinely impressed. “Like, I live here and you had to tell me it existed.”

Senna pressed her lips together and made a show of shaking her head in disappointment, but the moment their waiter ran off, she laughed with Gigi. "Think we scared him off, now we might never get our food," she said, simultaneously praising them on their joint efforts while also complaining a bit. She was hungry.

She crossed one leg over the other beneath the table, her chunky black boots tapping to a beat only in her head as she looked over the menu at the variety of options. Lots of things she wanted to order, only a few items that she hadn't tried before that piqued her interest, but she found herself smiling and waving her hand lightly at Gigi's question. "I have my sources," she said mysteriously before breaking into a laugh. "Friend of a friend of a friend, you know how it is," she explained, her honey colored eyes glowing warmly in the low lighting.

She pointed out an item on the menu under the 'to share' portion and glanced at her friend. "Want to try the beef tongue salad?" her brows perking up with curiosity. "Do you really think its beef tongue?" Sen had never had such a thing so of course she wanted to try it. Well that and the pizza. Or the cacio e pepe.. She wondered if Frankie was around and could give her a discount because she really did want one of everything.

“Oh, he’ll be back,” Giovanna smirked, her gaze lingering on the waiter for a moment longer before flicking back to Senna.

Her eyebrows rose inquiringly. “I thought I was your only friend in New York?” the brunette said testily (mostly in jest). “Do I know this friend of a friend of a friend?” she asked, curious now — New York wasn’t a quaint little English village where everyone knew everyone, but wizarding New York was a little more quaint than it’s no-maj counterpart. More importantly, was this friend a ‘friend’ or a friend?

Senna pointed out the beef tongue salad and Giovanna rolled her lips, hiding a smirk. “No,” she replied evenly, not with the look of disgust the Irishwoman might have been anticipating. “I’m mostly vegan right now.” Except when she wanted fresh pasta, or gelato. But did she think it was really beef tongue? “I think so,” she said, scrutinising the menu again — it looked pretty authentic. “You can get it if you want, maybe I can just eat the salad part.”

“And we’re definitely getting some grappa.”

Senna gave Gigi a look over her menu, a playful smile curling up her lips. "The only one in New York whose aura fits perfectly with mine," she said in jest, batting her lashes a bit before answering the next question with a shrug. "Hmm, dunno. Maybe? You might know Frankie. Feels like you know everyone. Frank..?" she said, trailing off as she thought about it, crossing one leg over her knee as she sat back. "You know, I'm realizing I'm not even sure what his last name is and yet I'm still hoping we get the friends and family discount."

She grinned impishly and glanced back down at the menu before giving Gigi a little pout. Of course Gigi wouldn't be phased by a beef tongue salad. Vegan though? Sen gave her a nod. Yeah, she had tried that and had promptly lasted less than a month, but she had really been trying to go back to vegetarian meals only. Alas, tomorrow was the perfect time to start a new resolution. Or maybe the day after that..

"No, it's ok, there's so many things to try. How about the caprese to share, that's vegan right? And I reallyy want the cacio e pepe. No, wait, the pizza. No--" she steepled her hands as if this was the toughest decision before she jolted in her seat and glanced behind her. "Did you just see.. shit, I swear someone just touched my shoulder," her hand went across her chest to touch the coolness she felt, her eyes widening as she looked back at Gi. "I liked this place already, but if Frankie's got a resident ghost up in here, I'm definitely giving this place five stars."