BLIND DATES GROUP 2

[reign-of-power.livejournal.com]

What: BLIND DATES!
Who: Anyone who was sent a note with an C# &D# table numbers.
Where: Off-campus restaurant. AND BEYOND!
When: November 19th
Warnings: Who knows depending who is here.

[The second group's restaurant is Asian Fusion Dinning. The rooms looks fancy but down to earth and the menu is very varied. Still expensive, however, but you've been given a 100$ budget for eating each!

The lighting is dim, with flickering, oil candles on every table. The place is decorated in stylish black and browns, with Japanese and Chinese wallscrolls and paintings. The overhead music is traditional yet somehow futuristic Asian music, to fit with the theme. Your servers are all dressed up for the occasion, and speak broken English.

Beside each candle, there's a card. Each card has a different letter-number combination.

Find your table!

OH YEAH AND FEEL FREE TO LEAVE THE RESTAURANT AND GO ANYWHERE ELSE!]

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The Grand Entrance

[sexyspyrouge.livejournal.com]

[[BTW, my note said I was supposed to sit at table A1, but there is no A1 in group two. I presume this is me anyway?]]

Rouge strutted into the restaurant as if half-dancing to sexy jazz music. Oh yes, whoever her blind date was, she was going to impress him. Put her feminine charms on full force. Ideally, she'd get a nice piece of jewelry out of the evening and never see the guy again! Eeeee, what a perfect evening it could be, she thought to herself.

Glancing around, she didn't yet see anyone headed to her table, so she sat down and crossed her legs in her usual seductive manner, checking her makeup in her reflection on the back of a spoon. Fun was going to be had tonight on her part, she was sure.

Still, she wondered if Knuckles really would be her blind date. It would be SOOO PERFECT........ But no, she thought, enough daydreaming. I have to look my best for my Romeo, whoever he was, and charm it up to ensure I walk out of this date with another addition to my collection.

Yeah sorry

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

Max hadn't signed up for this but he got a notice about it anyway. So he figured he would go just to not let whoever he was supposed to be with down.

Max had "dressed up" and by dressed up I mean he had put on a t-shirt and was wearing that blue vest thing of his. This is pretty much as dressy as he got. At least he wasn't wearing the weightlifting belt and suspenders combination.

Max looked around for his table when he saw... well... some sort of white bat lady sitting at a table. He walked over to the table that he was supposed to sit at and... extended his hand for a handshake to this strange woman. "I'm Max, I think I'm supposed to be your date."

Oh Max, how romantic.

((I am going on a 10 day hiatus starting, oh, tonight. So. Yeah. There we are. Derp. Sorry.))

[sexyspyrouge.livejournal.com]

Rouge blinked. This wasn't Knuckles! She hardly attempted to hide her disappointment and shook his hand.

"Rouge." She said, disgruntled. She took her hand back and crossed her arms. This date was already a huge waste of time, it seemed. But then she remembered any ol' schmuck could potentially get her jewelry, so she snapped out of her mini-tantrum and smiled at him.

"Hello, Max. Thank you for coming. It's always nice to meet new people. ♥" Oh, she was hamming it up big time.

((NP, man, whenever you get the time. :) ))

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

Well that was... strange. She seemed moody. Max sat down in the tiny, normal-person sized seat. "So, what do you do?" he asked, as he picked up the menu. "You a student or a teacher or somethin' else?"

(( Say hello to your one tag before the 29th. :| ))

[sexyspyrouge.livejournal.com]

Rouge side-glanced over her date for the night. He seemed big and couldn't pinpoint if he was jailbait or not.

She picked her spoon back up and checked her make-up once more.

"I'm one of the heads of security. I keep track of all goings-on in the computer system as well as hallways and classrooms." She puckered her lips, seemed satisfied with how she looked, and set it down, looking straight at him. "If ANYTHING bad goes down in this school, I know about it." She grinned, almost deviously.

Leaning back in her chair, she asked him, "And you? What are you, the gym teacher?"

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

Max looked at her, sort of confused. He knew some heads of security types. "Uh... I'm a student. If you're the head of security, how come you don't know who the teachers are?"

Yes, Max. Yes. Insult your date right off from the beginning. Perfect.