Tweak

InsaneJournal

Tweak says, "She gave me a pen."

Username: 
Password:    
Remember Me
  • Create Account
  • IJ Login
  • OpenID Login
Search by : 
  • View
    • Create Account
    • IJ Login
    • OpenID Login
  • Journal
    • Post
    • Edit Entries
    • Customize Journal
    • Comment Settings
    • Recent Comments
    • Manage Tags
  • Account
    • Manage Account
    • Viewing Options
    • Manage Profile
    • Manage Notifications
    • Manage Pictures
    • Manage Schools
    • Account Status
  • Friends
    • Edit Friends
    • Edit Custom Groups
    • Friends Filter
    • Nudge Friends
    • Invite
    • Create RSS Feed
  • Asylums
    • Post
    • Asylum Invitations
    • Manage Asylums
    • Create Asylum
  • Site
    • Support
    • Upgrade Account
    • FAQs
    • Search By Location
    • Search By Interest
    • Search Randomly

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

Previous Entry  Add to memories!  Tell a Friend!  Next Entry
Entry tags: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.


(Read comments) - (Post a new comment)


[info]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.

(Reply to this) (Parent)

(Read comments) -

Home | Site Map | Manage Account | TOS | Privacy | Support | FAQs