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Tweak says, "where is your boy tonight?"

Slade London (fiery_dame) wrote in haunted_roads,
@ 2008-05-26 19:28:00

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anthony, slade

Week Eight - Saturday
Who: Slade and Anthony
Where: His place
When: Dinnertime
What: A bit of plottage, perhaps?

It had been far too long since she and Anthony had spent an evening cooking up the downfall of a mutual or, in this case individual, enemy whom they saw fit to take care of. Her curiosity was admittedly getting the better of her; it had been in full swing since the very first mention of the trouble that could be to come in the e-mail she'd sent to announce her return home - the very e-mail that had lead to their dinner plans for this evening. Truly, it was the conversation she was looking forward to most, nothing got an appetite going like talk of ruining lives and plotting against others. Now that the hour to share such delicious issues was nearly at hand, she could almost taste the havoc they could wreak.

Slade had even done so far as to dig up the gift box he'd left for her so soon after his arrival to Seattle, pulling it from it the black scrap he'd claimed was a dress. Usually she would dress for no man, wouldn't wear such a ridiculous get up if you paid her, but for tonight she was making an exception. After all, if he was going to give her the chance to cause a bit of trouble, then surely she could repay such generosity by donning some silly dress.

She left her office with enough time to come home and take a quick shower, washing away the scent that clung to Seattle, that faint hint of paltry little humans that clung to her high priced power-suits at the end of the day. Dark hair was washed and blow dried straight, then curled before she pinned it up and out of the way for the night - baring a tempting line of neck could never hurt when dealing with a vampire now could it? Or perhaps she simply liked to play with fire...it was her element, after all. Those icy eyes of hers were rimmed in smoky kohl liner, lips glossed in a pale pink before she tugged that little bit of fabric up over her curves. She toyed a moment with the rouching at the side, tying it off to bear a tempting glimpse of thigh. All that was left was pulling on a pair of black, strappy heels and lifting the black clutch she'd filled with what she'd need from its resting place.

Obviously the walk to Anthony's wasn't that long, in a matter of moment's she stood just outside his door. The sun had set nearly an hour earlier, plenty of time for him to be up and moving about. Raising a hand, she knocked loudly, waiting for him to let her in.

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shadowwhisper
2008-05-26 08:23 pm UTC (link)

That was the drawback to being immortal, one tended to be patient about some things. Of course, that also meant that time went between plotting with others. But, with the right people, that only made such situations that much more desirable. After all, the right moments and situations didn’t come around daily for people like them.

For his own part, Anthony was actually up long before the sun set in the horizon. The curtains in his condo were thick enough to hold the sunlight back, and he had a caterer that he had to look after. Far be it for him to make the woman think differently of him by sleeping away the whole afternoon, even if he wasn’t quite as attentive and quick as he would have been otherwise. But, in his four hundred something years, the ability to cook was not something he had really picked up. His idea of a ‘well prepared meal’ was quite different than most other creatures in existence.

With a little over an hour before the sun set, he retired to his own shower to get prepared for the evening. Even though his body didn’t react like everyone else’s, it was still something of a habit he had picked up in order to fit in amongst them better. His hair would still be wet, and slicked back when she arrived, though it would seem that was the intention of the look. His clothing would be casual, but something quite fitting the wealth that the caterer would see in him. Black jacket, black slacks, white shirt, but no tie on him this evening.

At the knock of the door, he would glance back toward the woman he had cooking, and nod his head. In the fluent Italian of his birth, he would thank her for her services, and then dismiss her, asking her to let the young woman at the door into the condo. Which meant the first person that Slade would see would be a middle aged Italian woman, who politely would invite her into the condo before taking her own leave. The second thing would be the scent of an actual traditional home cooked Italian meal wafting from the kitchen area as Tony stepped out into the open.

When he looked her over, the vampire would give her a wide smile, even revealing those fangs before he inclined his head once. “I knew that would look lovely on you. I’d give you a tour, but I figure you already took that when you tied that tasty morsel to my bed all those weeks ago.”

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fiery_dame
2008-05-26 08:42 pm UTC (link)

The smell truly was heavenly and Slade could only assume that the elderly woman who let her in was to be credited for it. Anthony hadn't had cause to cook for several years now, if he ever had, and she hadn't truly expected for him to be the one putting together her meal for the night. The woman who let her in seemed to have taken her leave shortly after, though the pause before Tony emerged was only momentary at best.

In spite of her nature, the smile that graced her lips was icy at best - it was a foreign gesture for her anyway. Tony was a friend old enough to be graced with what little she could offer in such a way, humoring him with a brief twirl. He should, after all, take in the full picture. She did so in a taunting way, one that showed that she did it as a joke and nothing more. "A tour won't be needed," she assured him, that little smirk turning a bit more knowing. "I trust that you thoroughly enjoyed that little treat that I left you?"

Of course he had - she'd so carefully selected it just for him. Beautiful, waif-like, all seemingly innocent but with a taste for a few of the darker pleasures.....at least, as many that could be enjoyed before that weak spine of humanity snapped and she became unable to bear anymore. Surely then he had discarded of her appropriately. "It smells delicious in here," she complimented, allowing that much graciousness for the moment, "though I'll admit I found the plotting you hinted at even more tempting than the promise of dinner."