Who: Tessa & Dean What: It's a date! Or something When: after this Where: Tessa's suite Warnings: tbd
Death did not sleep, so she had no need of a hotel room; however, this hotel's restaurant was known for its upscale cuisine, and decadent desserts. That alone was enough to warrant a visit every now and then. The view from the penthouse suite was also quite enjoyable, though she doubted Dean would spend much time looking at the view, if their verbal sparring was any indication.
After their conversation, she relocated to the lobby to meet him, dressed in a charcoal gray pencil skirt, and a black silk blouse. Being the female aspect of Death, she had foregone the cane, but ring of her status shone proudly on her right hand, and everything about her looked as if she belonged here, just as much as the jeans and leather jacket fit her anywhere else. She didn't personally care whether Dean showed up in his FBI costume, or in denim, but she didn't want there to be any confusion with the staff at the front desk. She also wanted to see his face when she pulled out the key to take him to the top floor.