and if the timing is right to sneak off into the night

[domina_mira]

Thursday evening finds Elizabeth pretty sure that everything is about as organized as it's going to get or needs to be, and putting her earrings in while Hamlet reassures himself his mistress is definitely home by bumping against the back of her knees every few minutes. "Stop that," she says absently, after the fifth time, buttoning the dress she'd

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[cryogenically]

Outside the prearranged location, Faye actually does have a cake with her. It's nothing outrageous, and she's actually carrying it in a bag. Small, round, but more than enough for three people, and it does have cherries, and she is planning on proving that she can tie a stem in a knot with her tongue. Her heels put her at least three inches higher, and she walks in them like she's been doing it her whole life. In retrospect, she basically has.

There's a bench outside the bar, though, and so Faye isn't standing, she's sitting with her legs crossed, fiddling with the thin strap across her shoulder, as if it's continuously frustrating. She's counting on Frederick to recognize Elizabeth before she does, since they've only met the one time, but she does end up spotting her and raises the bag next to her. "There's cake," she says, a cigarette in her mouth. "And cherries."

[bloodyuseful]

He's dressed well, for once. Not that his work clothes aren't nice, but they're work clothes, and thus dull. All black, but no tie, and his collar isn't done. He manages to pull it off without looking too much like a crazy person. Like his date, he's smoking a cigarette, but he removes it from between his lips when Elizabeth approaches, because he has manners, Faye.

"Good evening, Doctor."

[domina_mira]

Elizabeth's dress is black and white -- knee length with a full black skirt, the full effect not really visible under her coat right now -- and her heels put her a half inch over six foot, which seems unnecessary. She's not exactly short to begin with, tiny build notwithstanding.

Smiling, because she's friendly, she approaches, tucking her pinpoint away in her clutch. "Hello, Inspector. Cherries, hm? We are living dangerously." If she were the type to tan, she probably would've, given the amount of time she spent swanning around by the pool in very little, but as it is she just looks a lot more relaxed than she has in...ever, not that Faye at least has much to compare it to.

[cryogenically]

In Faye's defense, she's just lighting the thing, and she cups her hands around the flame to make sure it doesn't go out, taking a deep drag but blowing the smoke away from all members involved in their little party. The cake escapes unscathed if only because it's in a bag.

"Living dangerously would mean bringing watermelons," she says, getting up. She's the only one not wearing black, and she doesn't seem at all bothered by it. Her cigarette's smoked in record time, and she puts it out before speaking again. "How are... I don't know, things?"