Gina Renaud | Mercedes Mondego (justonefish) wrote in bellumlogs, @ 2010-07-06 15:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | count of monte cristo, mercedes mondego |
Who: Xavier and Gina
What: "First meeting" (i.e. Gina has no clue and Xavier wants to shake her)
Where: Some place nearby that makes good cocktails
When: Friday June 25th at 7 PM
Warnings: Total obliviousness, angry thoughts, and possibly an inappropriate story or two.
By the end of her first week at Bellum Letale, Gina was exhausted. She had been at the hospital for more hours than she could count, juggling patients and the rumors of all this strangeness going on in her new home. Her time with Lucas since her arrival had been fairly limited, with both of them seemingly coming and going at all times. And so she felt a little bit guilty about abandoning him on their first Friday night in New York. However, it was important for her to know the men he dealt with. Lucas rarely included Gina in his work, which she didn't usually mind. But lately he had been so secretive that it was beginning to grate on her nerves. If she couldn't get answers from him, then she would simply have to befriend his newest associate and get answers from him instead. Besides, it was good form to be a supportive wife.
For a casual meeting, she wore a knee-length skirt with an asymmetrical hemline and a simple blouse. Her hair was straightened and styled nicely, and she put on just a dusting of "going out" makeup. She looked put together, pretty enough to please but not enough to distract. After picking up her purse, she left the apartment and took the elevator downstairs.
It stopped on the second floor and refused to budge, and so she walked the rest of the way down to the lobby. Once there, she stood quietly, glancing about the vacant room. It occurred to her that she didn't know what Xavier looked like, but it didn't quite bother her. Once she saw a man that seemed to be the appropriate age - i.e. not a child - she would ask if he was indeed the man she was looking for. If not? She'd just wait until the proper man did.