dante [the necromancer] (savageone) wrote in afreshrpg, @ 2012-08-27 00:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | !backdated, character: dorcas meadowes, character: ronin savage, time: 1998-08 |
Who: Dorcas and Ronin
What: Bickering.
Where: Ronin's place
When: Backdated, Friday night
Warnings | Status: Mentions of sex (possibly) | in progress
"I'd make dinner," Ronin said from the small kitchen, his head peeking round the doorframe to make eye contact with Dorcas. "But I've gotten rid of all the food I've had. No point in letting it sit to rot." He shrugged, snatched up the glasses he refilled and dragged out another bottle of wine. "But I figure we can order out or something; there's this Chinese place down the road from here that's got some wicked Egg Rolls, and a curry place around the corner." He handed her the wine glass then retook his seat, sliding the bottle of unopened wine onto the coffee table in front of them.
His home was modest, as a single man living on tenured Professor's wages, he could afford to live comfortably and with some manner of luxury. But even so, it wasn't overly decorated, but settled comfortably between a refined taste and the abode of a bachelor. Newspaper clippings piled up on one end of the main room, and books spread out here and there with various languages, rituals and magics on their pages. His walls were lined with maps, some of them personally annotated by Ronin himself. All of it in the name of magical research, and a very deep and utter fascination with dark arts.
That was his life.
"Anyroad, I've been talking.. about a lot of junk. So, your turn," he said amicably and took a drink of his wine. As a man that drank habitually, the amount of wine he'd already consumed wasn't quite having an effect on him. He felt comfortably warm, but not entirely buzzed.