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[Jun. 21st, 2008|06:15 am] |
Who: Skwisgaar (Elder) and Lulu
What: Coffee
Where: Venice Beach
When: About now.
Warnings: General sleazy rock star warning.
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[Jun. 21st, 2008|06:00 pm] |
Who: Zee and the Soft Taco Supreme.. I mean Stephen Strange
What: Dinner and tantra
When: tonight
Where: A place in Italy and then his place
Warnings: Possible R rated for being naked, maybe some petting :P
It was time for the dinner that Zee was looking so much forward to. Ever since their little outing at Taco Bell and then their discussion the other night, she'd been more looking forward to it then she thought she'd been. It helped that she couldn't figure him out. He was like Bruce sort of, at least in the very stoic-keeping-your-feelings-to-yourself kind of way. She supposed that was why she wanted to get to know him, to see if she could actually figure him out. It was probably going to be impossible.
However the possibility of having lots of good dinners with him and teaching him tantra was more then going to make up for it if she couldn't figure him out. So she waited for him to pick her up at her place this time, trying not to dress too inappropriately. Tonight would be fun if nothing else. |
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[Jun. 21st, 2008|08:02 pm] |
Who: Bobby Singer and John Winchester
What: Bobby's going to check on John. He's going to make sure he's really who he says he is. They're probably going to get shitfaced together and talk about the boys, reminisce about being in the Marines and hunting.
Where: Las Vegas
When: Tonight
Warnings: Swearing. Talking about war. Killing some vamps. Probably R-ish.
( All in all it's just another brick in the wall... ) |
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[Jun. 21st, 2008|08:29 pm] |
Who: Aziraphale and Sonya Blade
What: Chance Meeting
Where: New York
When: Today
Warnings: None, will update if any arise
Aziraphale had never touched illegal drugs in his life. He'd been drunk, of course, but he could sober up with a simple snap of his fingers. He had never really been high, and yet high was the only way he could describe how he was feeling since he'd become intimate with Crowley. Words really didn't do justice to his feelings, and he'd given up trying to assign words to it.
Instead, he set off to explore the city, and possibly find a new book to add to his collection, and mark the event. He'd wandered into a ramshackle shop, smelling of mold and mildew, and thus, old books. He'd walked away empty handed, and headed to the nearest coffee shop to console himself with a spot of tea.
The afternoon was pleasant, perfect for sitting out on the terrace sipping at the steaming beverage, and thus providing a perfect people watching opportunity. Even after 6000 years, he was still fascinated by man. |
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[Jun. 21st, 2008|11:34 pm] |
Who: Winston, O'Brien
What: Nightmares, running to a friend.
Where: His place then O'Brien's
When: 3 in the morning on Sunday
Warnings: TBA
( The sound of silence. ) |
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