Dante Solomon [Pride] (_superbia_) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2011-09-21 01:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | lust, pride |
The promise of a clean regime are promises we keep.
Who: Lust & Pride
What: Dinner "date"
Where: Lust's place in NYC
When: During/shortly after this (Sept 15 2011)
Warnings: TBA
He doesn't spend much time in NYC. It was overcrowded and, well, he didn't like living in someone else's stronghold. Didn't really want to coop himself up inside a small apartment, didn't want to be disturbed every other day - just didn't suit him.
But things happened in the city and every so often he'd have to stop by for a short visit. It wasn't as if he could be discreet about it but he didn't say anything to anyone about his trip. Leave it to Lust to keep up to date with the fansites or tabloids or wherever she got her information from - a conversation that he steers left and right away from everything she wanted to pry into winds up at a 'yes, alright, I will stop by for dinner, thank you'. It would have to be after the function he had flown in to attend in the first place, but she didn't seem to mind as long as he wouldn't 'stand her up'.
As the night dragged on, things got a little... strange. Out of hand, almost. He hadn't noticed it at the beginning - too busy making the rounds, saying hello to people he was supposed to know but didn't, shaking hands, indulging in meaningless small talk. No one at the event was aware of how close they were to the epicentre of the chaos looming outside. Foreign religions having a foreign influence on them, catching them offguard, pushing them towards the edge.
He excused himself a couple of hours early - terrible migraine, and he wasn't lying about this one - and headed straight to the address Lust gave him. It wasn't going to be much of a pleasant dinner date - he was not in the best of moods, and he wasn't feeling spectacular either. But he put on a brave front regardless, looking as impeccable as he usually did, lightly garnished with a suit tailored to caress the skin and a tinge of cologne, and knocked on her door.