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Date: Monday, February 28th, 2011
Characters: Leah Watson, Rivkah Greenburg, anyone else?
Location: Angel Abbey
Status: Public
Summary: Leah slips out to the Abbey for dinner.
Completion: Incomplete
Leah slipped into Angel Abbey late Monday evening, having found herself soloing it and not really wanting to stay home alone. Shell was out with one of her friends from her old job, talking fashion, which was known to have Leah snoring in 2.5 minutes on a good day. At the end of a Monday? She wasn't even going to attempt it. Not that today was especially bad, but Mondays were always less than stellar in Leah's book, and having some fun out on her own was tempting.
And as an added bonus, she could eye up Tyler's new beau and get a better take on him all covertly. Shell accused her of watching too many spy shows, but Leah didn't have much of a problem with that. Besides, she liked Alias. Sydney was hot.
Weaving her way through the Abbey's patrons, Leah made her way towards the bar and found herself an empty stool, hopping up to take a seat. She was dressed in a short denim skirt and a bright yellow shirt that draped off the shoulders, accenting her form in all the right places. A pair of brown suede boots hugged halfway up her calves as she crossed her legs and surveyed the interior of the pub and deciding she liked the atmosphere of the place.
She didn't see Tyler anywhere and figured it was probably his night off, though she spotted Alex at the other end of the bar. Not doing anything to draw his attention, Leah tapped her fingers lightly on the wood of the bar and idly watched him, guessing that he might not even recognize her from their one brief encounter. She was okay with that, however, and turned her attention to the bottles behind the bar, contemplating what she wanted to drink.
Characters: Leah Watson, Rivkah Greenburg, anyone else?
Location: Angel Abbey
Status: Public
Summary: Leah slips out to the Abbey for dinner.
Completion: Incomplete
Leah slipped into Angel Abbey late Monday evening, having found herself soloing it and not really wanting to stay home alone. Shell was out with one of her friends from her old job, talking fashion, which was known to have Leah snoring in 2.5 minutes on a good day. At the end of a Monday? She wasn't even going to attempt it. Not that today was especially bad, but Mondays were always less than stellar in Leah's book, and having some fun out on her own was tempting.
And as an added bonus, she could eye up Tyler's new beau and get a better take on him all covertly. Shell accused her of watching too many spy shows, but Leah didn't have much of a problem with that. Besides, she liked Alias. Sydney was hot.
Weaving her way through the Abbey's patrons, Leah made her way towards the bar and found herself an empty stool, hopping up to take a seat. She was dressed in a short denim skirt and a bright yellow shirt that draped off the shoulders, accenting her form in all the right places. A pair of brown suede boots hugged halfway up her calves as she crossed her legs and surveyed the interior of the pub and deciding she liked the atmosphere of the place.
She didn't see Tyler anywhere and figured it was probably his night off, though she spotted Alex at the other end of the bar. Not doing anything to draw his attention, Leah tapped her fingers lightly on the wood of the bar and idly watched him, guessing that he might not even recognize her from their one brief encounter. She was okay with that, however, and turned her attention to the bottles behind the bar, contemplating what she wanted to drink.