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WHO: Mello (virucide) and Lulu (chasing_fury).
WHAT: Out for drinks.
WHERE: It's a surprise.
WHEN: Day 70, evening.
He was about as ready as he'd ever be to get out of his claustrophobic apartment and into the night for some stress-relieving company. Which was to say, pretty damn ready. Mello shrugged on the leather jacket he'd discarded somewhere near the door earlier and headed outside into the warm air, jangling key ring in hand. It took only a few moments to get Rosaline warmed up, out of the parking lot by the building complex and into the bright streets of Reggio Calabria, relying on what mental directory he had to navigate the way to Lulu's place of residence. After a little while, he made it, parallel parking the red Ducati by the side of the road before stepping off, tucking the black helmet under one arm.
Charming disposition firmly in place, Mello approached the front entrance and knocked, the picture of an eloquent gentleman all around. He wasn't interested in roughing it up like he normally might, because this was more a friendly outing than anything and he felt he really needed to get back in touch with the social scene before it was too late. So if Lulu was nice enough to offer an evening away from computer screens and shady business, he was all up for taking it.
WHAT: Out for drinks.
WHERE: It's a surprise.
WHEN: Day 70, evening.
He was about as ready as he'd ever be to get out of his claustrophobic apartment and into the night for some stress-relieving company. Which was to say, pretty damn ready. Mello shrugged on the leather jacket he'd discarded somewhere near the door earlier and headed outside into the warm air, jangling key ring in hand. It took only a few moments to get Rosaline warmed up, out of the parking lot by the building complex and into the bright streets of Reggio Calabria, relying on what mental directory he had to navigate the way to Lulu's place of residence. After a little while, he made it, parallel parking the red Ducati by the side of the road before stepping off, tucking the black helmet under one arm.
Charming disposition firmly in place, Mello approached the front entrance and knocked, the picture of an eloquent gentleman all around. He wasn't interested in roughing it up like he normally might, because this was more a friendly outing than anything and he felt he really needed to get back in touch with the social scene before it was too late. So if Lulu was nice enough to offer an evening away from computer screens and shady business, he was all up for taking it.