Who: Merrion Priddy & Aisling Wilde What: A date! (Or, misunderstandings) Where: A restaurant in the Theatre District, after this When: Backdated to last night (3/24) Rating: Likely PG13 for mentions of sex and probably some swearing? IDK TBD Status: Complete!
One of the birthday presents Merri had received were tickets to "Sommarnattens Leende: The Musical" from a red mage friend Britta, who had moved to Emillion from Kerwon a couple of years ago. "This is one of my favorite plays from back home," she said, "and I've always wanted to see the Valendian musical rendition of it, and I know how much you love plays, so I thought we could go together."
But Britta, unfortunately, had had to cancel because of a cold, and it took her insistence that he go anyway and a trip to a clinic to get him to go. But he still had an extra ticket, and having an empty seat next to him would have been too lonely, and the first person he thought of to take with him was none other than Aisling.
They hadn't spoken since the night they had run into each other at the bar and then had gone and... well. Merri blushed remembering it, and he'd had a hard time composing the message before it just sort of fell out and he had sent it without really looking it over. But the message had been sent, and he'd waited, and when she agreed, he felt his heart soar.
So now he waited at the restaurant they agreed to meet, dressed up as nice as he could with a bouquet of flowers in hand. He wondered if he should have brought chocolates, too, but what if she didn't like them? No, flowers were safer -- unless she was allergic?
Merri bit his lip and looked out the window to see if she was coming; he'd been early, though now he wondered if he should have offered to pick her up. Not that he had a hovercab for it to be worth it, and he didn't know where she lived to surprise her, so he just had to wait, taking in deep breaths to calm himself. This wasn't something he wanted to screw up so early and so soon... or ever, if he could help it.