Who: Emma and Aziraphael
Where: a classy restaurant
What: dinner and corporate takeovers
When: seven pm
Warnings: none expected.

Emma was at the restuarant's bar, having opted to wait until Aziraphael arrived to be seated. She had a martini, and was toying with the olive, as was her wont, these days.

Someday she would run out of distractions, and actually have to deal with her problems. But until then, denial was the name of the game.

Who: Vincent Cappadora, Tesla Spencer, Logan Echolls if he wants.
Where: A coffee place in San Diego.
When: This afternoon.
What: A friendly chat, likely some Vince on Tess flirting.


Tesla. What a name. And they'd dated? Or another version at least. Big difference. A smirk curved Vincent's lips as he took a sip of his coffee, glancing around for the pretty redhead who knew him and the music he liked. If nothing else it was proving amusing to see her boytoy jumping and yapping at him like a Chihuahua that felt violated. He almost wanted to see how far he'd have to go before the Chihuahua bit.

Testing his limits again, his mother would frown. The thought put him into check for the moment, and he mused at how this was one of Ben's better tricks, if it was. Alternate reality led by God, where a girl named Tesla used to date him. Maybe getting his brother back wasn't the best thing that had happened to him. But it was always fun to see how far he'd go.

Who: Myrene Carnegie, Assiah Beta
When: Today/night
Where: Myrene's penthouse
Rating/Warnings:Probably swearing
Status: WIP

Assiah eyed the solid door in front of her, ominous and possibly symbolic. She knew that what had happened in the park was her fault, hands down no denial. Even without knowing the girl for almost a decade, it was clear that she was hurting from her actions. Assiah was never one for plotting and schemes; direct and to the point was her best way and the only reason she didn't immediately come over was the need to be properly presentable.

She wore somber colors, respectably dressed and serious. Carefully putting down the  shopper's bag, she  knocked sharply on the door and hoped the damage she did wasn't permanent.

Who: Emma Frost and Sebastian Shaw
Where: a club
What: Not thinking about rude teenagers
Warnings: Let's be safe and say yes, plenty.

Emma looked for Shaw in the crowd in the club. She had no reason to wait in the line that stretched around the block, even without using her telepathy.

The lights seemed especially bright reflecting off of her white leather corset and similarly spotless vinyl pants.

She stood out, which was, of course, her intention.

Who: Domino and Julien
What: Going to a movie
Where: a theater
Warnings: sex stuff, drug use, alcohol. Femdom, strap-ons, and all sort of kinkiness.

Domino hung around the lobby, waiting for Julien. She was genuinely surprised he'd agreed to meet her again. Though he hadn't exactly picked an activity that promised sex afterward.

Oh well. She could handle not having sex with him. She'd just have to hit a club or something later.