Alessandra Rossi (_observateur) wrote in astor_ridge, @ 2011-02-10 23:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | alessandra, alessandra and mark, mark |
Who: Alessandra and Mark
When: Late Thursday evening
Where: His apartment
What: Gratitude
Alessandra had left work a bit early tonight, so it was just a hair before midnight when she was walking in the lobby at Astor. At the front desk there was the young guy... Carver? Was that his name?
Anyway, he looked far too busy pretending to be busy when she walked in the door for her to bother asking the whereabouts of Mark. She figured he had to have a night off at some point, and this must've been it.
Sticking out from her bag was a bottle of Celtic Crossing, her current favorite that she'd purchased as a gift for Mark. Whiskey was a nice, butch drink, right? Not like the wine or fruity things she usually favored, so she figured he could get some use out of it. She supposed nothing was quite like a unicorn that served as a castle guard, but she hoped it'd do for the time being.
She hit the number for Mark's floor instead of her own when she stepped into the elevator, and, hoping she was remembering correctly, she knocked on his door.