WHO: Ate & George WHEN: Evening, Thursday 14th WHERE: A restaurant in Manhattan WHAT: George has only just realised that Ate is a life-ruiner. She ruins lives. WARNINGS: language? This will all depend on how this goes.
Dinner with George! Dinner with George!
Ate had dressed nicely, feeling like playing up to the innocent virginal look tonight in all white, and she waited at the bar of the restaurant with a gin and tonic. She kept batting her eyelashes at the man down the end of the bar, amused at his attention. She liked all of their attentions.
But the most important one here would be George because he was her little Redcrosse delight. A look to the door again and a pout when her glance didn't make him magically appear. That should have been one of her godly powers. Ate hated having to have patience. Besides, it was a school night! She had to get up tomorrow and play the different game.