#; scarlith

[kychchc]

Continued from here. ♥ @lostwhitequeen

Ah, Oliver’s... a place that Scarlet only knew of because of her connection to Lilith. That exclusivity, that hidden quality of it was indeed what made it ideal for the two women to meet there--and so after finishing the page of the report she was on, the Devil in Red was making her way there. Scarlet strode right past security, meeting the gaze of the bartender and merely giving him a nod en route to the usual table that she and Lilith preferred. As the ShinRa matriarch arrived, two glasses of the finest Costa del Sol wine were being placed on the table, the younger blond picking up her glass to take a sip.

“Kya ha ha... that kind of day, I assume?”

[kychchc]

❤ in front of her husband. To piss him off. No press this time, sadly.

Scarlet knew better than to get involved in the arguments between President ShinRa and his wife. It would be career suicide to say a word, much less step between them–Hell, it’d probably wind up being a more literal form of such if the President was in a foul enough mood. Even if she loathed him on a personal level, the future of her career meant that she needed to stay neutral… although her heart ached for the Devil in White. Just how Lilith hadn’t shot her husband was beyond her, if she was being honest… but her feelings didn’t matter here.

Lilith’s did.

A reminder chimed on her PHS, finally giving her an excuse to interrupt. “Ah, ma’am–”

As if sensing blood in the water, the Devil in White whirled around, fingers tangling in the golden silk of the younger woman’s hair. Before Scarlet could even so much as blink, the Devil in White was laying claim to her lips with the sort of impassioned kiss that made the world screech to a halt on its axis. Green eyes went wide before they sunk closed, the Devil in Red clutching onto her alabaster counterpart as she just–held on for dear life, following the embrace much as one would chase the proverbial dragon on an opiate trip. By the time that Lilith withdrew, it was hard to tell what was redder; the dress Scarlet wore...

Or President Shinra’s enraged cheeks.

[kychchc]

[txt] My husband is driving me up the walls. I need an excuse to leave the flat. Want to go get drinks? [txt]

Her phone buzzing to announce the arrival of a text message was met with a groan initially, though once Scarlet saw who had messaged her? That irritation faded rather quickly, shifting toward an amusement that drew a chuckle out of her. So Lilith desired her company... unsurprising, really. Slender digits quickly type out a response before she hit send.

[TXT]: Sounds like a plan. Usual place?