[4th Celebration?]
Title: 4th Celebration?
Characters: Marluxia, Larxene
Location: Marly's house
Summary: Larxene accepts an invitation to visit Marluxia for a drink.
Rating: Safe for now, but given that it's Larxene, I'd at least give it a PG-13 for language.
While the loud, chaotic atmosphere of fireworks in the street was much more her speed than most other holidays, it was still a night that Larxene would have preferred to stay in the comfort of her own home. She could have watched the festivities - if there were any - out in the street from her bedroom window, sure, but she had an invitation for a drink by a guy that wasn't half bad looking - prissy haircut aside - and if he was offering, well, she wasn't inclined to turn him down. Even Larxene got lonely for a good conversation over drinks once in awhile.
Even if they ended up not getting along, which Larxene figured would be the case given she didn't usually get along with anyone, then at least she could leave some sort of scarring, lasting impression on him.
As always, she had to arrive fashionably late, dressed nicely enough to look like she put some effort into it, but not so fancy as to seem like she spent three hours in front of the mirror. Larxene might have been a vain creature, but she was vain enough to the point where she knew she needn't overdo it to look good.
She made her way up to Marluxia's door shortly before sundown, bottle of wine in one hand as she raised the other to knock.
Characters: Marluxia, Larxene
Location: Marly's house
Summary: Larxene accepts an invitation to visit Marluxia for a drink.
Rating: Safe for now, but given that it's Larxene, I'd at least give it a PG-13 for language.
While the loud, chaotic atmosphere of fireworks in the street was much more her speed than most other holidays, it was still a night that Larxene would have preferred to stay in the comfort of her own home. She could have watched the festivities - if there were any - out in the street from her bedroom window, sure, but she had an invitation for a drink by a guy that wasn't half bad looking - prissy haircut aside - and if he was offering, well, she wasn't inclined to turn him down. Even Larxene got lonely for a good conversation over drinks once in awhile.
Even if they ended up not getting along, which Larxene figured would be the case given she didn't usually get along with anyone, then at least she could leave some sort of scarring, lasting impression on him.
As always, she had to arrive fashionably late, dressed nicely enough to look like she put some effort into it, but not so fancy as to seem like she spent three hours in front of the mirror. Larxene might have been a vain creature, but she was vain enough to the point where she knew she needn't overdo it to look good.
She made her way up to Marluxia's door shortly before sundown, bottle of wine in one hand as she raised the other to knock.