Night out || rp thread for gotham_prince
Just as she was about to run out the door, Audrey's cell phone went off.
Please don't be work-related, she thought to herself. It had been a busy week - busy month, really - and she'd been looking forward to a non-work-related evening for days. With a sigh, she reached into her small evening clutch and answered her phone.
"Audrey Westfield," she said. "Oh, Mom..." She wasn't sure whether to breathe a sigh of relief or not. "I'm actually a bit busy--on my way out." She listened to her mother breathlessly tell her about ten different things in the span of a minute. "--can I call you back tomorrow?" Audrey asked, "I really have to go. I'm meeting someone." A barrage of questions. "Yes, like a date, I suppose." Audrey started out the door, realizing she'd never be downstairs on time if she didn't. "A guy I met the other day..." She was reluctant to say it, but she did anyway. "Bruce Wayne." She got into the elevator. "Yes. The Bruce Wayne." Waited as the elevator made its way down. "Mother, it's a date, not a meeting with a head of state." She sighed. "I've got to go now, or I'll be late." A moment later, she hung up the phone.
Finally, the elevator deposited her in the lobby of her apartment building. Audrey greeted the doorman and went outside to wait. The building was nice and safe -- Audrey managed her money well and she had a trust fund, so she was able to find a comfortable apartment in a decent location, though it wasn't terribly big.
She rocked slightly on her heels and chuckled to herself at the fact that she was going out with Gotham's most famous (and wealthiest) citizen (aside from the Batman, anyway - she wasn't sure she'd want to meet him - although he would be interesting to analyze). She'd grown up upper-middle-class, never in want of anything, had traveled a decent amount and knew a few people in high places, but Bruce Wayne was in a class of his own (or so she heard). Her phone buzzed again, so she took it out again while she waited. It was a text from her older sister. "Bruce Wayne - rly?" it read. Audrey sighed. "Thanks, Mom," she muttered, then put her phone away without replying.
Please don't be work-related, she thought to herself. It had been a busy week - busy month, really - and she'd been looking forward to a non-work-related evening for days. With a sigh, she reached into her small evening clutch and answered her phone.
"Audrey Westfield," she said. "Oh, Mom..." She wasn't sure whether to breathe a sigh of relief or not. "I'm actually a bit busy--on my way out." She listened to her mother breathlessly tell her about ten different things in the span of a minute. "--can I call you back tomorrow?" Audrey asked, "I really have to go. I'm meeting someone." A barrage of questions. "Yes, like a date, I suppose." Audrey started out the door, realizing she'd never be downstairs on time if she didn't. "A guy I met the other day..." She was reluctant to say it, but she did anyway. "Bruce Wayne." She got into the elevator. "Yes. The Bruce Wayne." Waited as the elevator made its way down. "Mother, it's a date, not a meeting with a head of state." She sighed. "I've got to go now, or I'll be late." A moment later, she hung up the phone.
Finally, the elevator deposited her in the lobby of her apartment building. Audrey greeted the doorman and went outside to wait. The building was nice and safe -- Audrey managed her money well and she had a trust fund, so she was able to find a comfortable apartment in a decent location, though it wasn't terribly big.
She rocked slightly on her heels and chuckled to herself at the fact that she was going out with Gotham's most famous (and wealthiest) citizen (aside from the Batman, anyway - she wasn't sure she'd want to meet him - although he would be interesting to analyze). She'd grown up upper-middle-class, never in want of anything, had traveled a decent amount and knew a few people in high places, but Bruce Wayne was in a class of his own (or so she heard). Her phone buzzed again, so she took it out again while she waited. It was a text from her older sister. "Bruce Wayne - rly?" it read. Audrey sighed. "Thanks, Mom," she muttered, then put her phone away without replying.