demonicseducer (demonicseducer) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2009-03-10 16:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | cassandra, xander |
Saturday 10/6/7
Who: Cassandra and Xander
Where: Club
When: Saturday Night
It was, perhaps, one of the few times that the Incubus actually had even the slightest nerves when it came to going out on a date. He had been alone with all sorts of creatures in the past few years. The only ones who came close were telepaths, however, in that they knew what he was thinking. But, even with them he could shield his thoughts a little, or just bring up so many dirty thoughts they stayed out. But, a seer was something all together different. The only other one he had been around, amusingly enough also named Cassandra, the only time they were ‘alone’ was in her dreams. Plus, that one’s powers weren’t active. This seer… would know everything he was going to do before he did it. And for someone who liked to keep people guessing… that was a disturbing thought.
But he had enjoyed the night before quite well. Even if he didn’t get everything he wanted at the time, he was more than willing to make some exceptions. Plus, it helped him get through most of the day without too much hassle. Of course, the musical notes that were now popping into his head, that only helped to compound the matter. Why did he always get a song stuck in his head when he had other things on his mind? His mother would just laugh at him, though she was usually right with her advice and her accusations. The life of a professional musician, and he had chosen it, so he had to deal with the side effects.
For the evening, he had chosen a silver black jacket that fit easily to his frame. It had clearly been tailored to hang perfectly off his shoulders. His pants, as well, were black and tailored quite nicely to fit him. A white button up shirt was under the both of them, though he seemed to have left the tie that would have completed it back in his room. Or, perhaps it was in his pocket, one never could tell. And he waited patiently in the front of the school, as he leaned against the door to his pickup. Which, unlike the rest of him, was old, battered, and while clean, had clearly seen better days. For a man with obvious money, it certainly stood out as out of the norm for him.