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Log:Ongoing
When; Thursday evening
Rating; R (Spider's language)
Characters; Spider Jerusalem and Yelena Rossini
Summary; After learning their accidental 'fling' wasn't completely sickening to Yelena, Spider decided to man up and actually ask her out. He got the first 'yes' to a dinner date he's had since Vita and now just has to remember how to actually behave himself. Reservations are made at Pandora's and he's fully dressed and sober...step one is down.
Log;
After scores of failed dating relationships, a train wreck of a marriage, and a dry spell that could win not only pity but rewards, Spider is actually trying again. It's not like he ever gave up completely. Not really. Some nice whores even used to throw him a pity fuck now and then for giving them their only good and honest press coverage back before he first ran off to the mountain. Every now and then he'll give a casual shot to asking a girl out but he always hears the 'no' even before they say it. The excuses are always fun. Some of them are real original. He expected a damned impressive one from Yelena... Instead he got a 'yes'.
Now he's standing in front of the mirror in his bathroom wondering what the hell he can do to cover up being old enough to be her dad (if he'd fathered her in his teens, sure, but still!) and never having looked so great to begin with. Oh well. She said 'yes'. It's her funeral. He straightens his tie for the tenth time, covers the bags under his eyes with his shades, smooths his tuxedo jacket and sighs. The cat looks up and one mouth mews plaintively.
"..You're right. Fuck it."
The tie gets tossed to the bathroom floor where the cat promptly pisses on it. Cologne and deodorant cover the bitter sweat of a man still crashing from meth and a cigarette takes care of most of the shakes. Some of that might just be nerves and not drugs or brain damage at all. He walks out of the bathroom, still looking better than he has in a long time. Clean, well dressed in black coat and slacks and a dark green button down shirt. The loud print of the tie really ruined the look, but without it he looks passably human.
Now he just paces and smokes hoping Yelena is still dressing in her room and didn't just sneak out on him while he was praying for his hair back or maybe a merciful death. This was such a stupid idea.
Rating; R (Spider's language)
Characters; Spider Jerusalem and Yelena Rossini
Summary; After learning their accidental 'fling' wasn't completely sickening to Yelena, Spider decided to man up and actually ask her out. He got the first 'yes' to a dinner date he's had since Vita and now just has to remember how to actually behave himself. Reservations are made at Pandora's and he's fully dressed and sober...step one is down.
Log;
After scores of failed dating relationships, a train wreck of a marriage, and a dry spell that could win not only pity but rewards, Spider is actually trying again. It's not like he ever gave up completely. Not really. Some nice whores even used to throw him a pity fuck now and then for giving them their only good and honest press coverage back before he first ran off to the mountain. Every now and then he'll give a casual shot to asking a girl out but he always hears the 'no' even before they say it. The excuses are always fun. Some of them are real original. He expected a damned impressive one from Yelena... Instead he got a 'yes'.
Now he's standing in front of the mirror in his bathroom wondering what the hell he can do to cover up being old enough to be her dad (if he'd fathered her in his teens, sure, but still!) and never having looked so great to begin with. Oh well. She said 'yes'. It's her funeral. He straightens his tie for the tenth time, covers the bags under his eyes with his shades, smooths his tuxedo jacket and sighs. The cat looks up and one mouth mews plaintively.
"..You're right. Fuck it."
The tie gets tossed to the bathroom floor where the cat promptly pisses on it. Cologne and deodorant cover the bitter sweat of a man still crashing from meth and a cigarette takes care of most of the shakes. Some of that might just be nerves and not drugs or brain damage at all. He walks out of the bathroom, still looking better than he has in a long time. Clean, well dressed in black coat and slacks and a dark green button down shirt. The loud print of the tie really ruined the look, but without it he looks passably human.
Now he just paces and smokes hoping Yelena is still dressing in her room and didn't just sneak out on him while he was praying for his hair back or maybe a merciful death. This was such a stupid idea.