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[Jan. 8th, 2009|09:08 pm] |
Who: Sookie and Presto
What: A night in, and then if we get to it, a night out
When/Where: Tonight, Presto's apartment, possibly bleeding into tomorrow night, and a play
Warnings: Let's go with a definite maybe.
Sookie had been tempted to make her way over to Presto's house right after he'd talked to her. She managed to at least make it to work, and then home to get cleaned up from the dust and smoke, before she hopped the portkey back to London, a large purse (possibly holding another dress) in hand as she hopped up the step's to Presto's door. She paused for a second there, thinking maybe she should have called first. But he had said any time. And she was already there.
Shrugging, she reached up to knock, giving one of her better hopeful smiles. |
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[Nov. 27th, 2008|09:08 pm] |
Who: Ella and Presto
What: Foot Massage
When/Where: Tonight, Ella's apartment
Warnings: TBD
Ella felt a little flutter of excitement. She was hodting a guest in her home. He was cute, too. A little young, but that was all right. If he gave as good a foot massage as he promiesd, she didn't care how old, or young, he was. She spent a few minutes tidying up, taking the dirty dishes from the table by the sofa and ropping them in the sink. She straightned the cluttler, hoping to make the apartment presentable. She wasn't sure she succeeded, and her feet really did hurt, and after a few minutes, she just gave up and sat on the sofa to wait for him.
She turned the TV on, flipping through the channels. Nothing held her interest and she eventually shut it off and slouched, feet propped up on the coffee table. She settled turned half sideways to rest against the sofa. Eyes closed, she hummed to herself as she waited. |
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[Oct. 28th, 2008|02:05 pm] |
Who: Belle and Presto
What: Welcoming him to UTR
When: earlier in the day
Where: Belle's house
Warnings: flirting with a minor, possible ftb
Belle leaned on the railing of her porch, a glass of iced tea sweating next to her arm. The kids were playing in front of her, and she watched them, so proud she could burst.
She wasn't really paying attention to the time, content to watch her kids run around and be kids in a way she'd never really gotten to.
It was all that she had ever asked for.
The recent commissions from Cable had wound up taking up a lot of Alex's time, and her brain buzzed with his thoughts. She poked him a little, and told him her plans. As predicted, he didn't mind. She promised him a nice relaxing massage when he finished, and focused on the real world just in time to see Presto as he approached the house. |
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