Who: Peter Reed and Elsa Jameson What: A surprising discovery When: Friday Night, around 11:45pm. Where: Club opening in downtown Westwood, Los Angeles Warnings: TBD
Pete had plans with Elsa at this very same club the following night, however by the end of the work day he was utterly wound up and needed to let loose a bit. There was no harm in attending the opening and still going with her the following night, he was still very much looking forward to spending another evening with her. Their previous date- had it been a date? Pete wasn't sure, he didn't do actual dates a lot, just the end of the night part of dates. Anyway, their previous outing to that sushi place was thoroughly enjoyable. She was a very intriguing, not to mention absolutely gorgeous woman, but Peter had not expected to enjoy her company as much as he did. He hadn't even tried to make some sort of sleazy move at the end of the night, that's how much he had genuinely enjoyed his time with her. Not to say that he never enjoyed his time with other woman, it's just... well, usually the women he went out with were a lot more vapid and only good for one thing. You know what that one thing is! But Elsa was different, she engaged him in conversation that actually captivated him and kept his eyes trained on her face instead of her, well, attributes. Charming was practically giddy with this new development, the whole week he would not shut up about how proud he was of Peter for all his 'progress'. And by progress he meant, not trying to sleep with the woman the first night. Pete had finally quieted him into a sulk by assuring him that it was not progress, only a fluke, but Pete himself wasn't sure how true that was.
Around eleven o'clock Friday night, Pete and a couple of his more casual business associates made their way to the club, gearing for a night of drinks and anything but work related conversation. All of this came to pass as they all had a couple drinks in them and conversation veered to the attractive women in their office. Granted, women suits were largely dominated by scary, butches who seemed like they could eat your soul if they wanted to. But there were a few that dressed to accentuate their cleavage and Pete and his friends always took the time to appreciate this. Charming was bored a few minutes into Peter arriving at the club, in the back of his head quietly muttering to Pete how they should leave and concentrate on the new, interesting woman Pete had met, instead of continuing to engage in this vastly immature and rather sexist conversation. But Peter was quite content to sit there with his gin and tonic in the booth they had taken over, listening to the idiotic babbling of his friends and occasionally chiming in.
"Abby on fourth floor? She's alright I guess, I went out with her once. Not the most exciting night, I think they were fakes."