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February 8th, 2010

[info]heir_reluctant in [info]light_of_may

I Get By With A Little Help From My Friends

Who: Brady & Quentin
Where: Quentin's Place
When: Lunch-ish

Although Brady would hold it against nobody if they stood up and walked out on him once he couldn't hold a tune. He'd want to join them in their need to flee... )

[info]upinflames in [info]light_of_may

You're crashing, but you're no wave

Who: Bren and Neil
Where: a mostly abandoned parking lot
When: An hour-ish after sunset

Press always prays for whichever headline's worse )

[info]repetitivewitch in [info]light_of_may

An Aussie and a Manc walk into an Owl's Nest...

Who: Margaret and Missy
When: Midday, July 3rd
Where: The Owl's Nest
What: The foreign reporters do lunch.


Margaret could have spent the whole day with K-lee after their early morning date, but she never missed an arranged meeting once it was made. She had to pry herself away and get to the Owl's Nest for her light lunch with the other foreign reporter.

She managed to arrive early and grabbed a table for them. It was a pleasant environment to sit by oneself. She ordered hot tea and browsed the walls of the restaurant from her seat, occasionally looking around at the other diners while waiting for Missy. Her menu sat on the tablecloth untouched; since it was a casual lunch she wasn't in any hurry to order right away.

She hadn't decided yet what she wanted to get out of this meeting. Their first meeting had been brief but pleasant and they certainly had things in common. The time they spent didn't allow her enough opportunity to get a strong impression of the woman. She needed to feel this out before knowing what she could get out of it (and then making the conscious decision about what she wanted to get out of it).

Knowing she wouldn't be able to make notes without being too conspicuous she turned on a small tape recorder in her bag which she set on one of the spare chairs at their table. She could use the recording later to jog her memory on what (if anything) she could glean from Missy today.

Looking up with a thoughtful smile she waved over to Missy as she arrived. Margaret rose briefly to stretch out her hand for a shake; it was something of a business practice she maintained, even if it wasn't a business lunch. "Hello Missy, how does today find you?"