White Horse Tavern, October 2009 (an ooc post)

[smoke_in_mirror]

She arrives dressed in boho Greenwich Villiage chic, crucifix tucked discreetly into her pocket. It's a fitting costume for the location, a tavern known for its poets and their demises. She orders a whiskey and spotting her date takes a seat across from him in the booth. He's dressed, as always, in his black suit sans tie, the untouched Pilsner in

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[aequitassancti]

Mm. Perspectives. Intriguing things.

This'll be intriguing, if it gets to play out.

V

[smoke_in_mirror]

Hopefully it will.

[smoke_in_mirror]

Oh as long as I avoid talking about anything related to the Domain of NY apparently Ryan is fine with it. Cause the Guardian wouldn't have any control over events in her own city...oh no surely not that.