Pizza Night || Eva/Dylan
Truth be told, Eva had looked forward to this night ever since Dylan offered it, but Seraph kept bringing up an issue that she kept dismissing: what exactly was this? Date night? Things always had a habit of changing, but she lived in the moment, seeing this in the casual light. They hadn't met too long ago, and on top of everything they had to interact on a professional note on set. Even though Dylan wasn't her P.A, it still meant their paths would inevitably cross over a longer stretch than just this one night, no matter what the outcome became. The main objective was to have fun, and no matter who had any input in this, that was what she was going to do.
She wound up in front of Dylan's apartment door, rapping her knuckles against it melodically. As soon as it was opened by the other, Eva's grin was bright, illuminated further by the white outfit she wore. A flowy skirt just brushing the top of her knees, hanging off from her hips to expose the midriff that her halter top refused to cover. The straps were crossing at the nape in a small knot to keep it in place against her chest, while the rest of the fabric clenched around her curves.
"Aw, see, you look adorbs!" she teased as she gave a look over. Her head dipped down, letting her short, brown hair fall across her forehead before rising up again. Her hand had wrapped around the bottle of vodka she had smuggled in from the bag in the other hand, pulling it out and presenting it proudly to her companion. "I'm armed and ready to get you drunk. This is your only warning."