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Who: Dominic Jude/Delirium and Eden Harris/Edward Albright/Henry Spivey
What: Dinner, discussions, drama and Delirium! (I like alliteration, okay? XD)
When/Where: Backdated to Saturday night, London restaurant
Ratings/Status: PG-13 to light R for mentions of violence, language, and weapons./In progress
After leaving a note for Parker explaining where he was going (the fact that he could write lending weight to his ability to handle a night alone), Dominic took off down the street, towards the restaurant where Eden had said to meet. It was a pretty decent walk, but it wasn't like Dominic could drive, and Delirium tended to make a bit of a scene in taxis. Humming to himself, he managed to make a mostly straight path to the pub, rocking on his feet a little at the door as he looked around for Eden. The crowd had a tendency to make him a little twitchy, a little distracted, but he was there with a purpose. Edward had a gun- depending on which aspect of their personality was out, he could have it on him. That was enough to sober Dom, if not his more interesting half.
He told the waitress he was looking for someone, giving a small apologetic smile for the butterfly that escaped from his coat, as he moved. It fluttered off over the tables, presumably on its way to Eden. Still, he waited for the waitress to lead him over, not wanting to see any more strange than he already did.
What: Dinner, discussions, drama and Delirium! (I like alliteration, okay? XD)
When/Where: Backdated to Saturday night, London restaurant
Ratings/Status: PG-13 to light R for mentions of violence, language, and weapons./In progress
After leaving a note for Parker explaining where he was going (the fact that he could write lending weight to his ability to handle a night alone), Dominic took off down the street, towards the restaurant where Eden had said to meet. It was a pretty decent walk, but it wasn't like Dominic could drive, and Delirium tended to make a bit of a scene in taxis. Humming to himself, he managed to make a mostly straight path to the pub, rocking on his feet a little at the door as he looked around for Eden. The crowd had a tendency to make him a little twitchy, a little distracted, but he was there with a purpose. Edward had a gun- depending on which aspect of their personality was out, he could have it on him. That was enough to sober Dom, if not his more interesting half.
He told the waitress he was looking for someone, giving a small apologetic smile for the butterfly that escaped from his coat, as he moved. It fluttered off over the tables, presumably on its way to Eden. Still, he waited for the waitress to lead him over, not wanting to see any more strange than he already did.