who; salazar and lavender what; drinking where; top deck when; tonight rating; tbd
After dressing, Salazar took a long, hard look at himself in the mirror. His hair, which was only a few moments ago unruly, was tamed. His clothing--black t-shirt, black pants--was freshly laundered and free of wrinkles. His shoes were shined. And he had a smile on his face: the smile he had spent years perfecting, the one he always put on when he didn't want anyone to know he was upset. Thus far the only ones who could see through it were his mother and sister, and he hoped Lavender would not be as observant as them.
Salazar sprayed his favourite cologne on, putting on enough to let his scent linger when he left the room and not so much that it would over-power anyone. He then turned on his heels and looked at his serpent. Jor, his beloved Jormungandr, was coiled up on the bed, on what was Rowena's side. Rowena's side... The thought twisted Salazar's stomach, and without a word to the snake, he left the room.
A few moments later, Salazar was standing on the top deck, leaning against the rail and looking at the land in the distance, waiting for Lavender.