Who: Chris Redfield and Jill Valentine (CLOSED) What: Discussing the letter they received. Where: Chris' apartment in Evanston, IL Rating: PG, I would imagine. I'll update if needed.
Chris let himself into his apartment, the black apron (uniform from his job) still hanging loosely around his waist, the thin cord threaded through the loops of his jeans. He set his jacket and keys down on the entryway table and moved into the apartment proper, heading straight for the kitchen.
Jill was due any moment now. Opening the fridge door, Chris pulled out a bottle of wine and a couple glasses, setting them on the bar. Also on the bar was a letter, envelope, and invitation card.
That was what the meeting was all about. Chris gave the assortment of papers a sour sort of look -- the kind he usually reserved only for mail that ended up being bills.
With a sigh, he popped open the bottle of wine and poured his glass, taking a small sip.
"Well, world," he began, to his empty apartment, "Bring it on."