Kersen

[willysilver]

Willy had invited Kersen to come dancing at the Cataldo Room and had, remarkabl, remembered the day of the week. He turned up to the vampire's home dressed appropriately in a dinner jacket, though he wore a silver bola rather than a tie. He had a cab waiting since he was certain Kersen's dress, or at least his wig, would never stand up to a ride on

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[dragvamp]

After a minute or so, Kersen opened the door, smiling widely at Willy. He gave a little spin, the petticoat under the 1950s-style dress swishing delightfully. He offered one black-gloved hand to him. "Ready, then?"

[willysilver]

"I am. I reserved a table," he said as he offered his arm. The cab sat waiting at the curb.

[dragvamp]

"Oh, good," Kersen said when he saw the cab, and laughed. "I was a bit concerned about helmet hair."

[willysilver]

"I planned ahead," he said. Willy held the door for Kersen and once he was in he went to the other side. As soon as the door was closed he couldn't help but tense. Willy hated riding in cars, though sometimes it was a necessary evil.