asmodeus (libidine) wrote in monstermatch, @ 2016-04-08 22:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, mathias diederich kappel, victoria may finnegan |
WHO: Mathias [asmodeus] & Victoria [biteme]
WHERE: The Grand Canal Shoppes
WHAT: M and V goes shopping before dinner.
WHEN: Friday evening of April 8, 2016 at 7:41 PM.
STATUS: In progress via Gdoc.
He spent cash as quickly as he earned it. Some people might find his behavior appalling, but he liked to think his frivolous attitude towards money was the least of his vices. (He had a lot of them.) If he was more inclined to argue, he would even add in the perfectly acceptable excuse of being far too old to care so much about his finances. No, that was what his assistant was for.
“Which shop next?” He asked his companion as he carried two gift bags hooked over his left shoulder, “Christian Louboutin? Jimmy Choo?” Victoria wanted to buy shoes, so shoes were the focal point of the evening (at least until dinner time arrived). “Mezlan?”
Mathias was wearing all black tonight — vest over a dress shirt with a tie, jeans, and a pair of dress shoes. His eyes shifted over to the redhead by his side. She always had such a refined beauty to her, incontestably different (and more alluring) than most women of similar grace and poise.
It was no wonder she was such a hard one to catch.
Tonight she was still wearing what she’d worn to meetings, a grey pencil skirt just above the knee and a deep purple top that accentuated all of Victoria’s favourite bits to show off, heels, not too high as to put her towering over her friend and hair which had been clipped up earlier and been let down. It was Friday night, after all.
She smiled over at Mathias when he asked her where to next. “Do you need to even ask?” She said teasing, her arm slipping through his free one and guiding him gently towards the Loub store. While Victoria owned a very many pairs of shoes that weren’t from the particular store they tended to be her favourite. She wore her black ones almost all the time when it came to work. They were just appropriate for almost any day. “Mezlan after though, for you.” She gave his arm a squeeze.
She caught his look though and her eyebrows raised. “What?” She asked him not knowing if there was a reason for the look or if they were just having one of those nights where both knew what was coming, and they both were more than happy to muse at each other about it through affectionate knowing looks.