The cafe is a sea of glittering candles, with the Christmas tree scraping the ceiling and covered in hundreds of fairy lights and a rainbow of tinsel. Drake is always enthusiastic, if not entirely stylish
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This whole plan was stupid, Loki decided as he soared down from the skies, knowing he had to be at this 'Red Dragon Cafe' to meet the biggest pain in his ass since BC turned to AD.
Somehow, and he still wasn't sure exactly, he'd lost a bet to Pestilence, had managed to get himself tangled up in a dinner date, or something equally as ridiculous. He'd have stood her up if she hadn't had some experience and knowledge with Enochian magic.
Pestilence was on top of the world. She had lured the Angel of Death into attending, of all things, a Christmas party with her. She was already picking out the locations of the mistletoe sprigs from the doorway.
Loki simply scowled, the wide grin Pestilence was wearing only serving to aggravate him further. He'd been convinced to dress suitably for the occasion too, his usual armour and dresscode apparently not the kind of thing people wore to Christmas parties. He felt nothing short of stupid in the suit he'd found, the collar on the shirt feeling too tight around his neck.
Pes reached out to straighten his jacket and open the top button of his shirt, taking liberties with his personal space. "There, much better. Can't have you looking like there's a stick up your arse. It's a party!"
He quietly enters the café, this being the first time it's not for a dire reason. It feels weird, though, and so he looks around to see if there are any familiar faces -- but first, some mulled wine!
She hated Christmas... with a passion. So it was probably a bad idea to go to a Christmas party but she'd shown up anyway. It wasn't like she ever did the smart thing, why start now?
Fairytales Verse yotoldfairytalesDecember 22 2009, 15:30:09 UTC
Natalia had been debating what to wear for three days now, but she finally settled on a crimson cocktail dress that hung just to her mid thigh and a nice dip in the front. She had curled her hair, so ringlets hung around her shoulders as she gave the place a once over, smiling with approval as she glanced around.
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Somehow, and he still wasn't sure exactly, he'd lost a bet to Pestilence, had managed to get himself tangled up in a dinner date, or something equally as ridiculous. He'd have stood her up if she hadn't had some experience and knowledge with Enochian magic.
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"Why, hello there, feathers."
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"Julian... Hi."
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"Oh ... hello, Janie." He filled two mugs with wine and handed one of them to Janie.
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Drake, ever the host, holds out a glass of mulled wine to the stranger.
ooc: FINALLY THEY MEET!
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ooc: Omg I KNOW. And there's no torture involved.
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He bows a little, smiling - a pretty lady is always welcome in his establishment.
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He came straight up to her and kissed her hand. "You are a vision, my lady."
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He presents her with a glass of wine, his fingers lingering on hers.
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