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.]

Comments

[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.