|Gabriele Whistler ➶ Thea Queen (redhoodie) wrote in paxletalelogs,|
@ 2010-06-26 19:10:00
|Entry tags:||mami wati, poseidon|
Who: Paul and Moana
When: Saturday, June 26th, 7:00pm
Warnings: Moana is a shameless flirt. And awkward dinner is awkward.
Moana had left her apartment at exactly five minutes before seven, a perfectly chilled bottle of wine in hand. Normally, for only two floors, she would have taken the stairs, but with spike heels on she had opted for the elevator instead. She wasn't sure exactly how to prepare for dinner with Paul, so she'd picked a dress that reminded her of the blue of the ocean and combed her hair straight back off her face. It wasn't precisely that she had expectations for the meal, or anything of the sort... but it never hurt to look nice, especially when one's dinner partner was male. If he was straight, he'd appreciate her appearance. If he was gay, he'd at least like her dress.
At exactly seven, she knocked on the door of apartment 1005. She waited for him to open it with a winning smile on her face.