Rose Zeller (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _rose_) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg,@ 2014-09-08 14:59:00 |
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Who: Rose and Rolf
What: Dinner and sharing tales
Where: Rolf’s place
When: 8. September - evening
Rating: SFW
After a weekend of friends and drama and drama between friends and somehow ending up in the middle of all this drama (with no experience to draw upon, mind you), Rose was looking forward to spending an evening with her oldest – and probably closest – friend. She and Rolf had had their drama, but that was 6-7 years ago and it had been of a very different kind, with nothing even remotely resembling romance. Even though he had landed himself in a heap of trouble – and still had the scars to prove it – to protect her, it had taken a bit for her to trust him completely. It had come, though, and before the school year was over, he knew. He just knew, and as one of two people, aside from Vasile, he knew everything that had (and hadn’t) transpired between her and her parents, making him one of the three people she could truly be herself around.
Dressed in her favourite Hebridean Black hide trousers and black tank top under her dark red leather jacket, Rose scaled the stairs to Rolf’s flat with 5 minutes to spare, a bottle of red wine – perfect for spicy food – in her messenger bag, and her latest acquisition on her left hand. She hesitated a moment before she knocked, listening for any signs of the dogs that could all too easily be inside, though when she heard nothing, she went ahead, still hoping that they weren’t there.
