you'll be sorry
Who: Sanji notadartboard and Grell deathknellgrell
When: Monday evening around/post sirens
Where: near Kahve and the streets of sector 3
Summary: Sanji thinks he has a date with a sultry lady. Boy is he going to be surprised. This is not going to end well for anyone involved.
Warnings: violence.
It was tough pulling himself away from a night in the restaurant, but Sanji was determined to make time for this social call. Most of the time women merely humored him and his flirting, so being able to make an actual date (even a casual one) was a pleasant little victory for him. Brooke's could do without him for a night, couldn't it? They had enough employees to keep the place running smoothly, even without the head chef putting his personal touch on everything. Sanji dressed well in his suitcoat and a striped tie, wondering the whole time what the lady he planned to meet looked like. From her throaty voice he imagined someone sultry, perhaps raven-haired like Robin or maybe even a redhead, with one of those smiles that could be sensual and dangerous at the same time.
Oooh, he liked the sound of that.
He set off on foot across sector three toward the coffeehouse where they planned to meet, hoping to time it well. The sirens would be going off soon, but he still had time to get there safely and get "Madame Grell" inside before any actual monsters showed their faces. He had nipped a lily from one of the centerpieces in the restaurant, figuring the lone flower would be a pleasant surprise to his date when they finally met face to face.
When: Monday evening around/post sirens
Where: near Kahve and the streets of sector 3
Summary: Sanji thinks he has a date with a sultry lady. Boy is he going to be surprised. This is not going to end well for anyone involved.
Warnings: violence.
It was tough pulling himself away from a night in the restaurant, but Sanji was determined to make time for this social call. Most of the time women merely humored him and his flirting, so being able to make an actual date (even a casual one) was a pleasant little victory for him. Brooke's could do without him for a night, couldn't it? They had enough employees to keep the place running smoothly, even without the head chef putting his personal touch on everything. Sanji dressed well in his suitcoat and a striped tie, wondering the whole time what the lady he planned to meet looked like. From her throaty voice he imagined someone sultry, perhaps raven-haired like Robin or maybe even a redhead, with one of those smiles that could be sensual and dangerous at the same time.
Oooh, he liked the sound of that.
He set off on foot across sector three toward the coffeehouse where they planned to meet, hoping to time it well. The sirens would be going off soon, but he still had time to get there safely and get "Madame Grell" inside before any actual monsters showed their faces. He had nipped a lily from one of the centerpieces in the restaurant, figuring the lone flower would be a pleasant surprise to his date when they finally met face to face.