Eve Morrison (artoflife) wrote in oblivionrp, @ 2009-03-01 22:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | eve, eve and graham, graham |
Biting, barking and investigative journalism
Who: Eve and Graham
Where: Circean delight
When: dinner time
Eve had taken twenty minutes to get herself ready for dinner with the journalist. After the Spa, not much needed to be done and she felt oddly relaxed and happy, but still wanted to look pretty. She threw on a very vintage blue dress that showed a bit of cleavage and tied its straps up on her shoulders. She got her shoes and earrings on at the same time, while the makeup merely consisted in a bit of lip gloss, because she was glowing. Making a mental note of returning to that Spa as much as possible, Eve took a minute and five pins to tie her hair up decently.
Hopefully she wouldn't get lost - she had been to the "front desk" and gotten herself a map like the one Molly had on her at lunch, and followed its instructions in order to get to the Circean Delight in a decent amount of time.
It was six floors away, which might seem a lot but to Eve it meant about ten minutes. Not only was she eager to meet the journalist - after all that innuendo and flirting, it was impossible not to be the least bit interested - but she was also quite hungry at this point.
She made it to the restaurant in one piece, smiling gracefully, and asked for a table for two that wasn't exactly central, but that could be seen from the entrance, so the man would know where to go. The maitre'd attended to her request, and she was seated. She ordered a raspberry martini and waited.