Re: Open
Eve stood staring at Pyrrhus in disbelief. She never would've guessed he would pull a Criss Angel routine. Trying not to laugh, she held the small rose, and took another sip off her drink.
"It doesn't fit with my costume, now, does it?" She asked him, amused, and held the rose out to him, hoping he'd take it back. Where would she put it, anyway? And what kind of cheesy move was that, from a guy dressed as the personification of revenge? "Perhaps something with cards...?" She suggested, and looked over at Jack, sighing.