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thecapitol2014-01-11 02:19 pm
wronglychosen) wrote in thecapitol2014-01-11 02:19 pm
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not gonna write you a love song
Who| Zelos and Venus
What| Does it count as a date if neither one is serious about it?
Where| Aquea Pax
When| 6pm, the evening after this conversation.
Warnings/Notes| n/a
Zelos had gone out and went through some shops to find something decent to wear to pick her up, and more importantly, something to wear in the spa. It'd taken some effort to find something to wear that wasn't completely hideous by his standards, but it paid off in the end.
For the earlier part of the evening, he was wearing a pair of slacks and dress shirt, with a fabulously pink bowtie being the only visible concession to Capitol fashion that he'd made. His hair was down, and braided, tied off with a matching pink ribbon. On one arm was a plastic bag with the logo of one of the stores from the District 4 area of the shopping centre, and in the other hand was a bouquet of roses.
This? Was something he knew how to do. After all the whirlwind of craziness about being thrown into the Arena, and people coming back to life, it was almost relaxing to default back to what he'd been doing his whole life. Treat a girl nicely, bring her flowers, and take her out to dinner. Granted, Venus wasn't exactly like most girls he knew back home, but that was just a bonus. After all, he had a feeling that excitement hoarding, loaded rich girls wanting a tribute, or victor, to cozy up with wouldn't exactly be in short supply here.
He arrived on the fifth floor at a quarter before six, and waited patiently for Venus to come out.
What| Does it count as a date if neither one is serious about it?
Where| Aquea Pax
When| 6pm, the evening after this conversation.
Warnings/Notes| n/a
Zelos had gone out and went through some shops to find something decent to wear to pick her up, and more importantly, something to wear in the spa. It'd taken some effort to find something to wear that wasn't completely hideous by his standards, but it paid off in the end.
For the earlier part of the evening, he was wearing a pair of slacks and dress shirt, with a fabulously pink bowtie being the only visible concession to Capitol fashion that he'd made. His hair was down, and braided, tied off with a matching pink ribbon. On one arm was a plastic bag with the logo of one of the stores from the District 4 area of the shopping centre, and in the other hand was a bouquet of roses.
This? Was something he knew how to do. After all the whirlwind of craziness about being thrown into the Arena, and people coming back to life, it was almost relaxing to default back to what he'd been doing his whole life. Treat a girl nicely, bring her flowers, and take her out to dinner. Granted, Venus wasn't exactly like most girls he knew back home, but that was just a bonus. After all, he had a feeling that excitement hoarding, loaded rich girls wanting a tribute, or victor, to cozy up with wouldn't exactly be in short supply here.
He arrived on the fifth floor at a quarter before six, and waited patiently for Venus to come out.