Blaise Selwyn Zabini (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} dark_blaise) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg,@ 2015-03-02 09:14:00 |
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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.