Decorations of red on a green Christmas tree~
Who: Carolina (youfallback) and York (encryptedlock)
When: Forward-dated to Christmas Eve-Christmas Day
Where: York's pirated hotel room and a French restaurant!
What: Christmas Eve dinner, trying to get a certain someone to actually enjoy Paris.
Notes: Rated R/possibly NC-17 for sexytimes.
[Since the matinee performance, Carolina had retreated back to her room, planning to just rest, considering her week. Sure, it'd been exciting to be on stage again after years upon years in the army, but her home was now the military (and the excitement had worn off after the third performance, really). Between that and Maine's leg getting infected, getting the chance to see a few Castle residents in person, and a relatively busy time even combined with her demanding schedule at the theatre. At least tonight, she could just sit and relax, get some sleep, maybe try and hijack the tub for more than a few hours. Except, well, she's got dinner with York planned; she'd almost forgotten him asking over the journal a couple days ago. It'd been so long since she'd even celebrated Christmas, this would be something different.
So, instead of resting, Carolina had scoped out the clothing in her closet, taking her time in choosing a dress and a pair of heels that Carolina had no idea about the price tag on. They looked nice and matched the dress well enough and weren't very hard on her bruised feet. The problem would be sticking to sidewalks that weren't covered in snow, really, but hey she could be creative in getting from point A to point B. With her hair pulled up, makeup re-applied, and coat on, Carolina picked up the last important piece: a small box wrapped neatly and tied up with some plain string.
At 6:30 on the dot, Carolina's knocking efficiently on the door to his and Delta's apartment, still in something of a professional mindset, but she's working to push it carefully down, tuck it just behind her natural confidence. This wasn't a mission, it was just dinner.
When: Forward-dated to Christmas Eve-Christmas Day
Where: York's pirated hotel room and a French restaurant!
What: Christmas Eve dinner, trying to get a certain someone to actually enjoy Paris.
Notes: Rated R/possibly NC-17 for sexytimes.
[Since the matinee performance, Carolina had retreated back to her room, planning to just rest, considering her week. Sure, it'd been exciting to be on stage again after years upon years in the army, but her home was now the military (and the excitement had worn off after the third performance, really). Between that and Maine's leg getting infected, getting the chance to see a few Castle residents in person, and a relatively busy time even combined with her demanding schedule at the theatre. At least tonight, she could just sit and relax, get some sleep, maybe try and hijack the tub for more than a few hours. Except, well, she's got dinner with York planned; she'd almost forgotten him asking over the journal a couple days ago. It'd been so long since she'd even celebrated Christmas, this would be something different.
So, instead of resting, Carolina had scoped out the clothing in her closet, taking her time in choosing a dress and a pair of heels that Carolina had no idea about the price tag on. They looked nice and matched the dress well enough and weren't very hard on her bruised feet. The problem would be sticking to sidewalks that weren't covered in snow, really, but hey she could be creative in getting from point A to point B. With her hair pulled up, makeup re-applied, and coat on, Carolina picked up the last important piece: a small box wrapped neatly and tied up with some plain string.
At 6:30 on the dot, Carolina's knocking efficiently on the door to his and Delta's apartment, still in something of a professional mindset, but she's working to push it carefully down, tuck it just behind her natural confidence. This wasn't a mission, it was just dinner.