New Orleans w/Jason

[mogget_cat]

From the bar, the two of them step out into the humid, New Orleans night. The clouds cover the stars and moon, leaving it up to the streetlamps to cast light upon the people who are out and about this evening

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[loyaltyinmotion]

Jason takes a deep breath and smiles. He'd chosen a black and grey linen shirt, knowing how humid it would be in New Orleans. Silk would have been bad...

He did find an old fedora, though, and he was stoked about that.

"Walking never killed anyone." He's in good spirits, reaching out to goose Yrael as they saunter up the street.

[mogget_cat]

She smacks him lightly upside the head for that, thinking of stealing the fedora.

It's a nice fedora.

"Usually it's something that happens while one is walking, rather than the walking itself," she says, grinning.

People pass them, heading to clubs and bars or home, as the case may be. It's not nearly as busy as Mardi Gras, but it's still just before full dark on an evening in the French Quarter. There are always people.

[loyaltyinmotion]

He smirks at her and swings an arm around her hip, giving it a little squeeze. "Goddamn I like this body. Why does my brother have to be the one in it?"

[mogget_cat]

Her first reaction is to say Because I, like fate, am cruel, but she just grins and says "Because I'm mean like that," and leaves it at that.

She's in her white dress, tonight. The one made of some fine material unknown to textile makers, that, to judge by its thinness, should not be so opaque.

But it is. She's mean like that.