Isabella Di Pasquale | Pride (superb_superbia) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2012-12-12 04:43:00 |
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Current mood: | tired |
Entry tags: | asmodeus, pride |
Who: Pride & Asmodeus
What: Run for the hills, these two are getting on
When: Wednesday evening
Where: Fancy schmancy restaurant
Warnings: Possible language, talk of torture, violence and/or murder, TBD
By now, Pride was fully healed from her run-in with those idiotic Hell Kings, and was choosing to keep a low profile, mostly to avoid being killed again. But it had been a few weeks, and if anything could lure her out, it was someone telling her how good she was at something. And the patron demon of lust, no less. How interesting. They'd arranged to meet for dinner, and she had to admit, she was looking forward to it.
With very little effort, Pride knew she was a knockout, adding only black stilettos and a necklace that she'd always loved. She ordered a car to take her to the restaurant, and ordered herself a whiskey double, settling onto a barstool to wait.