Not My Kind of Scene (Nikolai)

Inola would almost be to the doors when a voice called out for her. She'd turn to see a man walking towards her. She raised an eyebrow at his question, and studies him for several moments before replying to him. "I may not have, but all of... This isn't particularly my kind of scene; I couldn't really tell you the first thing about what any of this artwork means or whatnot. And if you insist, I suppose I have time for one more piece; it's not like I have much else to do." Inola says, adding a chuckle at the end.[break][break]
With a small smile, Inola would turn completely to face him and start towards him, taking a small breath in to see if he was anything in particular, and at the scent she smells, she'd be quite surprised, but not in any sort of bad mood at the smell of him. 'Intriguing...' she thinks as she reaches the man. "By all means, lead on," she says. "And I wasn't storming out; I was casually strolling out." She'd grin at that last part and wait for him to lead her to his piece. When he started waking, she'd try and think of something to strike a conversation, never having actually been very good at starting one. She'd finally just settled on the topic of the piece in question and go to ask him about it. "So tell me about this art piece; what's it like and who made it?" Inola inquires, trying to keeps her tone light and and as friendly as was possible for her.

Inola would intently listen to the werebear, his explanation of the piece rather well given, actually. She'd nod, and make a note of studying art later for something to do. When he gets to the piece he mentions, she'd raise an eyebrow at him saying he made it. "Quite the artist then, aren't you? It's beautiful; I think you did well by my people." she'd say, giving the man a quick smile to show her approval of the piece.[break][break]
She'd look over his face as he asks her name, surely meaning nothing by it, but Inola could never be too sure; she had, after all, had a very bad couple of decades after John's death where she caused countless death and destruction for her own people. "My name's Inola, and you are, sir?" she says, asking him his name in return. Oh she definitely was enjoying herself, that much was obvious, though it was odd just how much she was doing so. She would continue listening to his questions, thinking it odd he had so many, but she'd all but forget that as she focuses on answering him. "I live here, in New Orleans, though I'm from Tennessee originally. What about you; where are you from?" Inola says, saying the general area where her tribe had apparently stayed during the years she lived with them.[break][break]
She'd look at some of the other pieces she apparently missed, surprised at this fact, but she'd enjoy the pieces anyway, mostly probably because of her company. 'He's very pleasant to talk to, oddly enough...' she thinks, grinning.

Inola would listen to him speak, explaining his Russian history and his name.  She'd wonder herself why she was actually just casually talking with a stranger, not particularly someone to just share information freely. 'He's certainly bringing out odd traits in me, to be sure...' With a shake of her head she brings her thoughts from that and focuses on him for now. "It's good that you're proud of it, Nikolai, and I find it a pleasure to meet you as well.... Oh! I almost forgot. Um, I'm not particularly hungry right now, but we could maybe go for a drink of something; that works for me." she suggests, smiling at him a little  as her attention is fully on his face.[break][break]
Inola would go silent once more as he continues on about Russia and his current place of residence. At his question, she'd shrug a little, only having actually one reason for being there. "It's a new gallery, so I thought 'why not stop in?' As I said, not much else was happening for me today, so coming here was more of a way to spend my time I would've otherwise spent just walking the town." she says. "Also, if you don't like Vegas, you could come live here; a little less annoying, to be sure. I find it a rather pleasant change from all of the... odd things in Vegas." she says, definitely talking about her own kind, but who would know that aside from her? [break][break] 
She shakes her head as she stretches her body a little, still feeling a little stiff from having recently woken up. 'I'm really interested in how what I assume to be a bear shifter came to be... that has to be quite the tale.' she thinks, making a note to ask him about it later should they get into a more private setting.

Inola smiles at the man a little and listens to all that he says, hearing what he says about Las Vegas and nodding. 'You have to remember not everyone is a wanderer like you; they can't just pick up their lives and move them, after all.' she thinks, shaking her head at the thought. She'd move to start walking, backwards at that to make sure he's following. "I know of this nice little bar down the street a ways; shall we go?" she asks, smiling at him.[break][break]
Once she was sure he was following, she'd continue speaking about what he had said. "Right; I travel a lot so I have to remind myself that people can't just up and move like I can. And I actually said that there were a lot of odd things in Vegas." she notes, dropping a slight hint at her knowledge of what he was vaguely as well as knowing just how riddled with vampires Vegas was. "It's full of all sorts of odd, strange people." ]break][break]
She'd lead him out of the art gallery and down the street, trying to think of what to talk about. Eventually, she finds a topic, and hopes he likes it well enough. "So... this place we're going to is a rather nice bar. I've recently been going there when I have nothing much of importance to do. I mean, I get bored rather easily seeing as how I'm up all night for work and sleep all day. I have such a strange sleeping schedule..." she notes, hoping he didn't ask where she worked, but then again, he probably would. With that in mind, Inola would frown and just look to him as he walks with her, waiting to hear his reactions.

Inola would keep her pace with him, listening to each of his questions and groaning as she hears his last one. 'And how do I manage this one? Saying I'm an investor isn't enough to probably satisfy that curiosity of his... Maybe..' she trails off in her thoughts and decides to go out on a limb with her answers. "I've never actually been outside of North America; I was born and raised here and never thought to leave really; I like it too much, though I suppose I'll eventually tire of it and go to look towards new horizons.... Either way, I haven't gone anywhere other than the United States. Also, I've seen things odder than just gangsters and mafia, believe me..." she murmurs, shaking her head as she thinks about a lot of the other supernatural beings she's seen.[break][break]
She thinks about how she'll answer his final question a little more, careful to make sure she remembers what he says should he ask her some time later. Inola keeps her eyes on him for a moment longer before looking to the sidewalk. "I'm simply an investor in up and coming technology companies and projects, specifically ones coming out of Asia hence why I'm up all night and I sleep all day. It's a rather... intriguing job, and the money I get from it is quite nice." she states, deciding on the 'Asian investor' story and hoping it worked for her purposes, though there was no reason it shouldn't.[break][break]
At that, Inola would quicken her pace just a smidgen, hoping to reach the bar fairly quickly enough. "I don't drink that often; a whiskey or two here and there. Alcohol isn't really my favorite thing to drink." she says, grinning to herself as she realizes the unintended joke she made.