|Maryanne Elizabeth Walker (maryanne_walker) wrote in spinningcompass,|
@ 2022-05-17 02:28:00
|Entry tags:||alexander hamilton, maryanne walker (oe)|
Maryanne felt a little bad, but only a little, walking into Rawdon's game room in just a short, red, trench coat. The rest of her ensemble hidden beneath, save for the sheer black stockings that covered her legs. And, of course, the black platformed pumps. But Alexander had said he wanted to see them worn, and who was she to disappoint? It was a promise after all. The coat was a decent length, and could be mistaken for a dress, if you weren't used to ankles and collar bones being hidden.
She made sure she got there before Alexander, more so she wouldn't look weird pulling the bottle of Jose Cuervo, quartered lime, salt shaker, and two shot glasses out of her pocket. Just in case he actually wanted to try it, she couldn't make him drink alone. She set all this down on a table close to the billiards tables. Then she went about seeing if there were speakers to pair her phone up with, so she could play a bit of Elvis. But she was no techie, so she gave up after two scans, and pulled out a little mini speaker that gave good sound for its size. That was already paired with her phone, so she just had to turn it on, she placed that on the same table as the drink.
Once she was through setting up she turned toward the door, and sat up on one of the table's edges. Her legs crossed, so not to give a peepshow. Unlike their last one on one meeting, she wasn't nervous at all. She wasn't going to be talking about herself, except for just a little bit, and no big deep dark secrets were going to be revealed. Though what didn't he know?