Who: Pulse and Melisande What: First Meeting and Exploring. Where: Las Vegas When: As Much of the weekend as they can spend... Rating and Warnings: Adult Situations... expect smut.
Pulse smiled as he waited for Melisande at the airport. He was bouncy, and grinning, and people stared, but he did not care. She intrigued him, this lady from the East Coast, and he could not wait to see her. It had been awhile since he had a simple assignation with someone who felt like they understood the rules, without complications. And, well, this really kind of sounded like a good thing.
So he was there, dressed to the nines in a form fitting black suit that was cut extra close, and holding a red rose in one hand. He had booked dinner reservations, and a show, and hoped that they would enjoy both... though the show was negotiable.
He grinned as he watched the entrance from the debarking area and bounced in his shoes.