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Who: Anya & Freelancer Washington
What: The Date that Anya bid and won is happening.
When: Backdated: July 9th - late lunch. (Anya's 60 so this is probably dinner to her)
Where: At a local cafe in the City.
Rating: PG-13 (possibly for language)
Note: - I got mod approval to post this, even though I dropped Anya tonight.
While on one hand, Anya was secretly thrilled to have made such a valuable purchase of a Freelancer at such a low cost, she couldn't help but wonder why no one had taken the chance to maliciously sign up their male friends again. The auction she had held almost a year prior was full of people being blackmailed and conned into participating. It was a curious thing, but Anya opted to not worry herself over it, instead focusing on the fact that she had won a Freelancer.
Not bad for a sixty year old.
Now she was meeting him at a local cafe, in the city, to have dinner. Of course, she kept saying it was dinner and she was positive he kept referring to it as lunch. She'd had lunch though, at ten.
It didn't matter though, she already knew what she wanted to eat. This place made the best club sandwich and she hadn't had one in months. Smiling, she waited on the bench outside the cafe, wearing a very tasteful pair of slacks with a floral print shirt. She wasn't going to be giving it away for free, after all.
What: The Date that Anya bid and won is happening.
When: Backdated: July 9th - late lunch. (Anya's 60 so this is probably dinner to her)
Where: At a local cafe in the City.
Rating: PG-13 (possibly for language)
Note: - I got mod approval to post this, even though I dropped Anya tonight.
While on one hand, Anya was secretly thrilled to have made such a valuable purchase of a Freelancer at such a low cost, she couldn't help but wonder why no one had taken the chance to maliciously sign up their male friends again. The auction she had held almost a year prior was full of people being blackmailed and conned into participating. It was a curious thing, but Anya opted to not worry herself over it, instead focusing on the fact that she had won a Freelancer.
Not bad for a sixty year old.
Now she was meeting him at a local cafe, in the city, to have dinner. Of course, she kept saying it was dinner and she was positive he kept referring to it as lunch. She'd had lunch though, at ten.
It didn't matter though, she already knew what she wanted to eat. This place made the best club sandwich and she hadn't had one in months. Smiling, she waited on the bench outside the cafe, wearing a very tasteful pair of slacks with a floral print shirt. She wasn't going to be giving it away for free, after all.