Blind Dates: B TABLES.

[goldhearted]

What: BLIND DATES! Round 2.
Who: Anyone who was sent a note with the letter-number combination B#.
Where: Off-campus restaurant. AND BEYOND!
When: November 30th, eveningtimes.
Warnings: ???
ALSO, HEY, TAG YOUR CHARACTERS WHEN YOU REPLY TO THIS LOG. ♥

[The second group has been told to find some place somewhat out of the way. It's at the other end of the city, and maybe a little harder to find than the others. The dining room is bigger than it looks from the outside, though, and it's actually rather nice. There's quiet music playing overhead. There seems to be a little of everything on the menu, but it all does seem a little fancy. It's expensive, but it's not like you're paying, right?

It might have been smart to dress nice- but not too nice- for your date. At least that's what Gold suggested!

There's a candle at every table. Beside each candle, there is a card. On each card, there is a different letter-number combination.

Find your table!

And feel free to leave at any time, with or without your date.]

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TABLE B7: character whose name starts with E posts first.

[goldhearted]

[hissyfit]

Unlike most of the grumpy-types finding their seats at the restaurant that evening, Eli seemed to have a decent attitude about the event. If she hadn't signed herself up, though, she certainly wouldn't have bothered showing up; perhaps that had something to do with it.

The email from Gold had suggested she dress nice, so she wore a dress and braided her hair.

As soon as she found the place and let herself in, she noted the people in the restaurant she didn't like. Then she found her table-- still empty-- and took her seat.

[tealribbons]

A woman.

It was Soryk's first thought when he saw Eli. His insides practically withered up like a flower in winter. There was very little he could outwardly say, for he'd thought the campus so overrun by men, that he could simply mock his obviously male dating 'partner' and get on with his life.

Except it was a woman. And the very sight of her made him want to wretch his innards. Not anything personal, of course, but gods be damned if he was going to ever admit something for a 'comforting' notion.

Pulling himself together, Soryk carefully tugged at his outfit, which painted him far more royalty than any mere or meager man. Afterward, he preened his hair, which he chose to wear down, in spite of its length. In his opinion, it was important for him to be the best looking man in that restaurant, even more lovelier than any woman 'gracing' others with her presence there. He approached Eli's table and with a bit of an outlandish bow, he greeted her with all of the etiquette he forced himself to maintain.

"Sinu a'manore."

[hissyfit]

Ha ha. What the fuuuuuck.

At Soryk's bow, Eli looked the Poisons teacher up and down, looking rather bemused with his presence. The fact that he was her date was obnoxious enough. But with him, it seemed, came an elaborate outfit, fucking bowing at her, and speaking in another language.

She scowled.

"You have the wrong table."

[insanecharisma]

Soryk almost laughed. Because it was like looking into a damn mirror. She didn't want to be here anymore than he did and that suited him just fine.

He spoke his words with a bit of an elegant hiss, provided that almost everything Soryk did was elegant. If the man could have fallen, it would have been with the grace of a bird descending from the sky to the ground.

"I only wish," he replied to her before he seated himself. "Be a child if you desire, yet I intend to take advantage of the opportunity." Which meant to eat. As refined as he would have in the comforts of Silvermoon.

[hissyfit]

The elf wasn't the only one who spoke in a hiss. Everything about this man was irritating, and Eli's posture grew increasingly rigid and her tone began to practically drip with the venom that coated her mouth.

"And dressed like a fucking clown," she quipped.

Eli could relate, at least. At least she was getting a free meal out of this mini-disaster.

[insanecharisma]

"Not that I imagine you would know it or even remotely care, however this is a doublet. Garb worn by nobility and people of class. Even were I to despise this location or the person accompanying me to it, I have some semblance of etiquette."

A trait you seem to have never learned, child.

But he imagined if he spent his entire time arguing and bantering with her, he'd never get a chance to eat. As he reached for his menu, he looked over his options with some feigned interest. He would have preferred his own company and not hers, but beggars could not be choosers.

[hissyfit]

Oh. Not a clown. Rather, a giant fucking pompous ass. That was much better. Eli simply rolled her eyes at the obnoxious elf and made a somewhat dramatic display out of snatching her menu off the table.

She didn't say anything else to him as she perused the menu. If she knew he had been paying, she would have purposely chosen the most expensive option...

[tealribbons]

In a way, her dramatic flair was in likeness with his. He watched her for a few moments before eying the food and drink options. Unsure of what to get, because honestly for being a man of the land, eating something nice was something he'd lost familiarity with. He could have been dressed just as sophisticated, but to be fair, Soryk was still a mercenary.

Finally he looked over his menu, "What do you intend to order? I shall order the same thing." Just to make it easier on himself.