Pestilence (crownofconquest) wrote in catharses, @ 2014-01-25 21:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | michael, pestilence |
Who: Pestilence and Michael
What: Date night!
When: Saturday night.
Where: Drinks at the Red Cat, then Sleep No More at the McKittrick Hotel.
Warnings: Mentions of adult situations, at least.
Pestilence was early, but that wasn't necessarily unusual for her. She glanced around the intimate little restaurant, but there was no sign of Michael yet - and he was a bit hard to miss, even in a crowd. She shrugged out of her coat and draped it over her arm, offering a half smile as a waitress approached her.
"I have a reservation for two," she said. "Angel."
The waitress gave her what she must have thought was a subtle once-over, then smiled and led her to one of the tables that lined the left side of the room. Pestilence slid in on the booth side, tucked her coat and purse next to her, and softly thanked the waitress as she laid a menu in front of her and the empty chair opposite.
"Can I get you anything to drink while you wait?"
She flipped to the back of the menu and scanned it quickly. "The ginger-grapefruit fizz, heavy on the gin."
As the waitress nodded and walked away, Pestilence had the acute notion that the woman probably thought she was a hooker. For some unknown reason she had the bad habit of giving off that appearance.