:who: Guns and Media :where: Tavern on the Green, Central Park West, Manhattan. :when: Monday evening. :what: Two of the most powerful New Gods meet up to plot and plan.
Guns was early. There was something to be said for being early. He wanted to make sure everything was situated properly, that they were seated privately, that the waiters were suitably attentive, and that everything would go the way he wanted it to go. There was a lot to be said for visibility and appearance, especially with Media, but tonight was not a night to make public appearances. Tonight was a night for discretion. After all, if things went well, they could change everything. That required privacy.
Seated in a private booth away from the rest of the sedate, upscale restaurant, Guns waited, dressed impeccably in his navy blue suit, white shirt, and navy and silver striped tie. He was usually understated when it came to his dress, and though it was all simple, the suit was cut specifically for him, his cufflinks and tietack were platinum, and the shoes were Italian leather. Guns was a man of little details, and he had his little details in order. With Media, she would expect nothing less. And as for the lady in question, the Goddess in question, in respect to her, well. All he could do was wait.