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[Dec. 2nd, 2008|12:15 am] |
Who: Cassandra Crowley and Savoya Harkness
What: Drinks, commisseration, and... who knows?
When/Where: Tonight, the Monte Carlo Casino that needs a name
Warnings: None that I know of? ts;dr
Despite the odd looks she received from patrons and barbacks alike, Cassiel slipped over the bar with an obviously practiced ease, going about mixing herself a drink while she waited for her new friend to arrive. Having already put the fear of God (or more accurately, the fear of Crowley....s) into the staff, she wasn't worried about being kicked out, but did make her way back to a seat, if only to avoid having to mix drinks for anyone else.
Sitting on an open stool, she sipped her drink and waited for the girl to show up, realizing she knew very little about her, except her family was upset, and she wanted a drink. At the time, that had been enough. |
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[Dec. 2nd, 2008|09:35 pm] |
Who: Kakia, Father Daniel Clemens, maybe others?
When: Nowish.
Where: his church rectory.
What: She's a Goddess of Vice working on slowly corrupting her newest toy, He's a priest recently rediscovering his love of purpose working on decorating his new parish. Together, they fight crime! Or, not.
Warnings: Naw.
She had been to Mass on Sunday, and sat right in the front, sitting and standing where appropriate. She'd of course not taken communion, but her attention focused on him the whole time. He was particularly lovely saying mass, all in his purple vestments. She had slipped out, however, right after the recessional... leaving him to meet his congregation in peace. Still... her patience was only lasting so long.
She'd checked the bulletin, and made sure there was nothing going on in the church that night. Rosary in hand, she appeared outside the rectory door, smoothing down her sirt before she knocked. |
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