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Blaise Selwyn Zabini (dark_blaise) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2015-03-02 09:14:00

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character: blaise zabini

Who: Blaise and Millicent
What: Dinner
Where: Local Moroccan resturant
When: Backdated to Friday evening (sorry my life is being controlled right now by cookies)
Rating: TBD nothing likely worse than language

Blaise had been a bit of a recluse lately which was completely out of character. Then again he also knew that he didn't deal with bullshit well enough to keep his mouth closed about the insanity of it all. Now that it was finally over he could say anything he wanted so he was free to drop his guard, something he did around only the people he felt closest to. Millicent was one of those individuals.

Ready to enjoy a relaxing evening with a good friend, Blaise dressed comfortably in a pair of black slacks and a tan sweater over a white collard shirt stood just outside the door of the establishment and awaited his friend's arrival.

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reinventingmils
2015-03-05 05:52 am UTC (link)

It was Friday, she had gotten out of the office by 6 with nothing hanging over her head, and she had new boots. Life, Mils chuckled to herself as she reflexively dusted her hands after Apparating, could be good. She settled her scarf, turned her head just enough to check herself in a shop window, and started down the street for the restaurant.

She wasn't as early as she would have liked to be, since she'd had to Apparate home long enough to change into something more casual than her work-wear, so she left window-shopping for another time and hurried through the knots of people between her and Blaise, who was rapidly coming into view as she walked.

"Hello, stranger," she said cheerfully as she drew up close. "Have you been waiting long?"

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dark_blaise
2015-03-05 09:28 pm UTC (link)

Thankfully Blaise often got out of the office early on Friday's considering that he worked late on Monday's in order to oversee the local club at Finnigan's. That meant he'd had plenty of time to get himself together and make his way to the appointed location. So much in fact he'd been standing there about fifteen minutes people watching when Millicent finally arrived. Not that he would fault her for that at all. If his mother had ever stressed anything it was that a man never left a woman waiting.

"I'd wait forever for a the company of a pretty lady," he turned and offered his arm so he could escort her into the restaurant.

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