Featuring: Evie (or more specifically, her desk)
Where: Claremont Academy
When: Saturday, April 2nd, morning
There was the tiniest puff of brimstone-scented smoke as a letter contained in a black envelope appeared on the corner of Evie Borges' dresser. When opened, it revealed a red card with some writing on the back that read, "Still very much open to seeing you again. If you'd like, write back, and we can set something up. Looking forward to hearing from you, gorgeous.--- The Luciferian" The card, despite the charnel scent it's appearance made, smelled of patchouli and several kinds of incense, and almost as if by magic, a pen on the desk started to roll towards the edge of the card...
Summary: Spooky sexytimes for Evie!
Evie's eyes flashed when she saw it, laughter forming in her throat. Someone was theatrical. She picked up the pen and wrote 'I'm interested in seeing you to, without the mask this time. Perhaps we could arrange a meeting. It will have to be here, I cannot leave my brother or the magic that binds us will kill us. I'm sure we can have fun in any city. Make some plans and I'll see if I can comply." She signed her name and kissed the envelope, then waited to see what would happen next. She didn't really think about the man she was with at the moment. It wasn't like they were only to date one another. No one else interesting had come along so far. Now, however, that was different.
Summary: Evie answers back
The image of her lips on the identical card that he had in front of him made Cameron smile, and he simply wrote back, "Meet by the Sentry statue in an hour, then. You'll know me when you see me. - L" Going to the laptop that he kept most of the digital copies of his grimoires and other books on, he waited while it took a little while to load up, looking impatient, and when he finally got Firefox up, he started to pull the number up for a restaurant that did a good tapas in the area. The first place didn't pick up, but the second was a hit, Timothy's Bistro, and he managed to get them an invitation with a few well placed mystical words.
After that, arranging to have a rental car delivered to him, that was a piece of cake.
Showering, shaving and changing into something a little less 70's schmaltz than his usual outfit, he settled for a black suit with a red undershirt and black tie. Putting his wingtips on, he checked himself in the mirror, his close-cropped black hair combed neatly. Putting on a pair of red Lennon glasses, he disappeared with a puff of smoke, knowing if she wasn't there by now, she would be soon. Looking up at the towering statue, he leaned against an informational plaque and waited, eating an apple as he did so.
Summary: Lookin' for love in all the right places?