The Tiberius J. Swann Education Facility

Who: Maggie and Kael
When: Friday night
Where: eventually Boston
What: road trip and hanging out

It was a somewhat chilly night, though maybe that was just Maggie. She was like her uncle in that she was nearly always cold as a vampire. But Maggie REFUSED to wear winter clothes just yet. Fall, okay, but not winter. She wasn't ready for its arrival. Besides, fall and spring fashion were soooo much cuter. Though she'd kept her fashion sense a little bit at bay tonight, because she didn't want to look like she was trying too hard when meeting Kael. Leather pants were bold though, but it was hard for her to realize that anymore, because Maggie's taste in fashion had been groomed at an early age by Ava and Ana. At least her t-shirt and jacket were laid back.

She headed out to the parking lot as she and Kael had discussed and leaned up against the side of her car. Okay, so maybe it did look like she was trying to hard, because the leather pants and beautifully restored muscle car made her look awfully tough. Oh well. It wasn't intentional! Besides, she'd had the car for ages. It never changed. And if she'd dressed girly tonight, she might have clashed with its classic looks.

Ugh, she was over thinking this! Maggie tried to relax and stop worrying. She'd not thought much about how she might feel about Kael until Cassie went and started nudging her into thinking that sort of stuff. Maggie just wanted to make new friends. But now she was wondering if he was cute. So pointless!

Who: Lincoln and Nicanor
What: Going out
Where: A dance club
When: Early evening
Rating: TBD
Status: In Progress

Linc had said that he needed a woman, and in some ways, he was right. He needed to try being in a relationship, he needed to open himself up to let someone in, he needed to learn to trust. His friendship with Nic could only go so far in that way. Unfortunately for Lincoln, his only friend was not the kind of man who went out to find people to date. So while Nic wanted to be of help, he didn't know how. There were typical places, such as bars and clubs, but what kind of woman would they find there? Probably not the quality of person Linc would need.

Brow furrowed as he contemplated this, Nic walked into his apartment, hung his keys up on the hook, put down his laptop case and went to greet his current flatmate. But his mouth stopped in its greeting at the sight before him. Lincoln. With no pants on. "Why are you... what... put pants on!" he shouted, covering his eyes.

( Nic, are you ashamed to see another man's body? Are you that insecure? )