Faye Valentine (
myfayevalentine) wrote in
genessia2018-11-17 02:47 am
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[Closed - Faye and Smoker]
Who: Faye and Smoker
What: Pizza Dinner
Where: Sycamore Cycles
When: After the virus did its thing.
Warnings: Definitely language. Probably sexy flirting. And maybe then some. Who knows?
Luck had never been so good to Faye: a chance meeting at the masquerade, a virus that sent a message to the wrong intended person but, in the end, the right one. Now, Faye was on her way to Genessia to visit Smoker for pizza that he was actually even making himself. It was a date, and she was all too excited for it.
Of course, Faye arrived by bike. Why not, when she knows that's a thing he likes? Her leather jacket and biker boots were of a higher, and prettier, standard than what she wore on the day to day. She'd stop for a crate of some good bottled beer closer to Smoker's. And a cheesecake too. That was the polite thing to do when invited for dinner, no? Bring drinks and some kind of dessert? When she arrived, Faye parked her bike, unzipped her jacket, and looked for a surface to check her full appearance.
The trouble was, when they last met it was the masquerade ball. She'd been beautifully made up and wore a stunning gown. For this event, Faye had gone for casual, but pretty. She wore a pair of tight black skinny jeans, and a delicate cream vest top. The outfit was designed to show off her curves without revealing them. Not too much, anyway. But there was a chance he wouldn't like that. Maybe he only wanted her the way she had appeared at the ball and the spell would be broken when he looked at her like this and he'd think, "Oh. Is that it?" But she couldn't let nerves get the better of her.
So after another check of her soft lipstick and of her hair, Faye took a breath and finally approached Smoker's door to be let in. While she silently reminded herself not to fuck things up, she was excited to see what the night might have in store for them.
What: Pizza Dinner
Where: Sycamore Cycles
When: After the virus did its thing.
Warnings: Definitely language. Probably sexy flirting. And maybe then some. Who knows?
Luck had never been so good to Faye: a chance meeting at the masquerade, a virus that sent a message to the wrong intended person but, in the end, the right one. Now, Faye was on her way to Genessia to visit Smoker for pizza that he was actually even making himself. It was a date, and she was all too excited for it.
Of course, Faye arrived by bike. Why not, when she knows that's a thing he likes? Her leather jacket and biker boots were of a higher, and prettier, standard than what she wore on the day to day. She'd stop for a crate of some good bottled beer closer to Smoker's. And a cheesecake too. That was the polite thing to do when invited for dinner, no? Bring drinks and some kind of dessert? When she arrived, Faye parked her bike, unzipped her jacket, and looked for a surface to check her full appearance.
The trouble was, when they last met it was the masquerade ball. She'd been beautifully made up and wore a stunning gown. For this event, Faye had gone for casual, but pretty. She wore a pair of tight black skinny jeans, and a delicate cream vest top. The outfit was designed to show off her curves without revealing them. Not too much, anyway. But there was a chance he wouldn't like that. Maybe he only wanted her the way she had appeared at the ball and the spell would be broken when he looked at her like this and he'd think, "Oh. Is that it?" But she couldn't let nerves get the better of her.
So after another check of her soft lipstick and of her hair, Faye took a breath and finally approached Smoker's door to be let in. While she silently reminded herself not to fuck things up, she was excited to see what the night might have in store for them.

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