awildthing (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} awildthing) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} valarlogs,@ 2012-04-20 22:40:00 |
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What: A rules-free meet-up. In this case, a movie screening in a graveyard.
Where: The Hollywood Forever Cemetery in Los Angeles.
When: Friday night.
Rating: Let's go with PG.
Status: In progress!
It probably said something about Graham that he'd Googled the address first, and yet he'd still shown up to meet Buffy as scheduled. Granted, he'd let a friend on the production crew know where he was going, and there'd probably be a very awkward text message later (still above ground. see u 2morrow.), but where a smart man would have opted out of meeting a perfect stranger in a graveyard, Graham? Graham put in an appearance. He was still (mostly) dressed for work, which meant comfort - close-toed shoes, flannel, jeans, and a suit jacket thrown over the shirt because he wasn't certain if this were a date or not. It was all rather ambiguous, but since they seemed to be playing fast-and-loose with rules, he decided he wasn't going to ask. It was what it was. He'd figure out the details as he went along. Lurking on the edge of the cemetery and fiddling with a smartphone, Graham could have been anyone; any slightly-hipsterish fellow in his late twenties. An aspiring actor. A staffer in a tech startup. A graduate student or someone in business fresh off of work, dressed down a little, and meeting someone. This was a problem, as 'meeting' someone through profile photos was not the same as meeting them in person, and Graham wasn't certain he'd be recognized. But, well. He'd feel ridiculous in a name tag, and he didn't have time to go home and find a Star Wars themed shirt that would clue Buffy in. He'd just have to hope that his bearded mug was distinctive enough to be recognized. And, well. He was waiting alone outside a cemetery. How hard could he be to spot? |