Clio | Κλειω (ephemerist) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2020-08-07 21:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | clio, patroclus, will stutely |
Who: Clio, Will Stutely (And perhaps occasional Nicholas and Patroclus)
What: Second date!
When: FriYAY
Where: Fusion Blues and then WhO kNoWs MaYbE bUtTs (I just mean Clio's house, not actually IN her butt)
Warnings/Notes: TBA
To say Clio had been a little panicked as she drove to Fusion Blues was an understatement. She had opted to take her own car instead of a rideshare, because if she saw even a glimpse of Lucifer, she wanted the freedom to literally drive to Canada to get away from him. She was probably going to have trouble convincing a rideshare driver to do that on a whim.
Despite being anxious, she arrived at Fusion Blues without incident. And while she usually would have dressed up for a date, today she was clad in jeans and a nice white top, paired with converse. Better in case she had to run.
Perhaps she was overthinking this, but Will seemed to understand. She had sent him the layout of the place so he could know the best escape route. They both had their Things.
Once again she was early, so she moved to the bar, relieved to see Patroclus. He was good to talk to and she trusted him. "Hi, Pat," she smiled gently at him, his genuine grin back at her calming her down son. "Could you make me a cherry coke please?"
"Driving tonight?" Patroclus asked, reaching for the cherry syrup.
"Something like that," she acknowledged. Though she had a feeling if she said 'yes but more keeping my wits about me in case the demon who tortured me shows up anywhere' he would get it, more's the pity. "Thank you."