xp_logs | LOG: Warren and Adrienne

BACKDATED. Warren and Adrienne run into each other in the kitchen, and the turn quickly turns to opera. Their bickering about visiting Vanessa seems to have been forgotten.

There was no one in the kitchen at this odd hour, so Adrienne had put her portable radio on to the classical music station and was listening to opera as she set out to make herself a vegetarian stir fry with some fresh veggies she'd picked up from the grocery store. She hummed along with a Puccini aria as she set the wok on the stove and brushed it with oil.

Warren had been on his way out when he heard someone listening to opera in the kitchen. Puccini, to be exact. Which was not something he was used to. So he detoured, wandering with a slight smile on his face.

"I didn't know there was another opera fan around here," he said, before realizing it was Adrienne. Hrmmm, this was awkward.

"Hey," Adrienne greeted with a casual smile as she turned to face Warren. "Yeah, I didn't either. You like opera?" Which was a pretty redundant question now, she supposed. "Do you ever go to the Met?"

"Of course," he said with a little bit of indignance. "My mom first took when I was five. I didn't miss a season until I moved to California."

Adrienne laughed at that as she went back to slicing peppers for her stir fry. "Don't tell anyone this, but other than my box at Fenway, my tickets to the Met is what I miss most about being rich. What's your favourite?"

"La Boheme," he replied promptly. "Don't tell anyone, I'm something of a sucker for tragic romances." He shrugged. "If you ever want to see something, let me know. It's not quite the same, going by yourself."

"Not quite the same listening to the radio, either," Adrienne grinned. "Thanks. And La Boheme's my favourite, too. How come you go by yourself, though? I mean, I get that Vanessa's not really the opera type, but you really don't have friends who would go to the opera with you?"

"Well," he hesitated for a moment. "If you repeat this, I'll deny it to the heavens. But I used to always go with my mother, but we're... a little estranged at the moment. And most of the people I know in New York tend to use the opera to be seen going, rather than to actually enjoy the opera."

"You're worried I'll repeat the worst-kept secret in the history of the world? That people fake being interested in classy stuff for personal gain?" Adrienne smirked. "Okay, I'll take that with me to my grave. I promise!" She sliced up some mushrooms and continued to speak, serious now. "Don't worry. I won't repeat it. My relationship with Emma was a similar secret for a lot of years."

"No, not that." He grinned. "The fact that a grown man still goes to the opera with his mother. Or did, at least. Somehow I think it would take away from my playboy reputation." Which he still wasn't sure how he managed to obtain, except for a tendency to flirt with everyone he met.

Adrienne laughed at his explanation. "Your reputation is safe in my hands. No worries. So tell me then, playboy," she asked playfully, "have you ever been to La Scala?"

"I haven't, actually." He looked a little bit sheepish at that. "I am woefully undertravelled. Mom and I talked about it, but then..." He shrugged. "The wings."

"You have to go," Adrienne urged with a grin. "The season's almost over, but next year. You have to go. It's... just go," she laughed. She couldn't even articulate how special an experience it was. "I used to try and go every year I was in Milan for fashion shows. Once, I even managed to get myself a tour of the building." She set her knife down and stared off into space. "I couldn't even manage to walk on the stage, I just felt so... inadequate. Like I wasn't worthy of walking on this... hallowed ground. But I read it with my powers." She actually shivered at the memory of the things she'd experienced. "A lot of times, I think never being able to forget what I read is this awful, traumatizing curse, but times like that, it's pretty fantastic."

"Well, next year, we'll go," Warren replied. It, occasionally, wasn't hard to convince Warren to drop everything just to go do something fun, but hearing Adrienne talk about it, he knew it was something he had to do. It was a side to her he hadn't really seen before.

Adrienne cocked her head at him. "You and your mom?" she inquired, confused.

"You and I," he clarified.

The brunette blinked once or twice before grinning widely at Warren. "I'm there! That would be great! They haven't released the details of next year's season yet, but, I mean, it's fucking La Scala, you know no matter what it is it's going to be amazing, right?"

"Right." Warren grinned back at her. "And it's Milan. We won't be able to help having a great time."

Warren will just happily forget his last vacation to Europe.