Not Honest: An Original RPG

submissiveangel @ 11:39 pm: A dinner date...
Who: Isabel, Vincent, Sam and Cassie
When: Wednesday Evening
Where: Petrus

Petrus. Isabel never looked at the menus here. She simply let Vincent order what he wanted to and she'd eat pretty much anything that was put in front of her. Tonight, it was a bounty of sumptuous foods and wines until she was filled to nearly stuffing. Still, Vincent insisted on her eating more until she protested that she was about to burst.

She'd had absolutely no doubt that Vincent could afford the lavish dinner he'd ordered and had placed in front of them, but she had a doubt that she'd be able to consume even a fourth of what he'd wanted her to eat. She knew that he didn't quite like her as skinny as she was now, but attempting to pack all of it on overnight was just reckless.

Giving Vincent a soft smile, she raised the fine linen napkin to her lips and wiped them before she spoke. "I'll be right back darling, I need to stretch my legs..." she gave a pointed look to the bathroom and slowly stood. Glancing across the restaurant, she caught sight of a dark head of hair and narrowed her eyes just so. There was a familiar feeling to the man sitting at the table with the lovely blond.

Ah yes. That was it. Infernal. Pursing her lips, Isabel left the table and headed to the ladies' room, glancing back once before she disappeared.

Tags: cassandra donovan, isabel manning, sam torrance, vincent alighieri

mortevivente @ 11:59 pm: Who: Mauri and Open
When: Thursday Evening
Where: Streets of SoHo

Maurizio took a deep, rather unnecessary breath, focusing on the streets ahead of him. Prostitutes lingered on the street corners, their glazed eyes half-watching the crowds for any interested custom. Maurizio glided by them, giving them a charming smile even if the hard glint in his eyes showed his disinterest for the evening. Usually, he'd chat them up, even if he didn't purchase a bit of their time, just to see how busy the streets were.

If the police were out.

His and Percy's little stunt earlier had been fun, no doubt about that, but he couldn't help but feel a bit paranoid since it happened. Sliding past the doors of one of the clubs, barely noticed thanks to his stealth, he made his way inside through the press of people and slipped up to the bar. "Vodka rocks, please."