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I ordered take out and now my stomach has just started hurting oh no
whoop looks like im goin shopping <again>
See you guys later! c:
Blackjack
1st person gets: To own my character for two days.
"Wait.. you mean..." Luke put a hand to his face. "Oh Lorelei."
((Ooh, this'll be fun... Hehehehe. /cackle/))
It was almost odd to see the smoking lounge so empty. Silence rarely filled the place during work hour, as the wealth of his patrons hardly muted their interest in conversation. If anything, having like-minded company encouraged it. But Emile cared little for fat men in too-small suits at the moment, as his focus was on a lovely young woman who he'd invited to attend a private dinner with him. And so he waited, at the meticulously set table, certain he would not be kept waiting long.
Emile hadn't called it such but it was, it was a date. Angel was pretty sure you didn't just invite people out to dinner with you without it being a date. It wasn't just going to be any date either - both Emile and the location were obviously promising something classy and Angel had spent hours on end preparing especially. Even when she walked in to join Emile, her hands were still finding parts of her dress to adjust and smooth as she sat down.
"Good evening Emile," she said with a wide smile, resting her hands in her lap in her attempts to cease fidgeting with them. "How are you?"
Oh boy. It's one of these episodes. One where they both tell different versions of the same story.