Fabrice isn't one for going out often; he much prefers a quiet night indoors with his cats and dog. But Yvette texted him, inviting him out for a drink. And she seemed so nice (and so pretty) when they'd met at the coffee shop; how could he refuse?
He picks out a soft sweater, gray like the sea on a cold spring day, and throws it over a plain, white t-shirt and a comfortable pair of jeans that don't have any holes in them. He slips on a pair of dark, comfortable boots, and he makes his way to town from his place in the woods.
Yvette told him to meet her after her shift, so Fabrice hopes he's on time as he makes his way to Watersong, casting a quick spell on himself to keep out the chill of the winter evening.
"Hello?" He calls out, walking into the club and searching out Yvette.
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Date: 2017-01-06 01:35 am (UTC)He picks out a soft sweater, gray like the sea on a cold spring day, and throws it over a plain, white t-shirt and a comfortable pair of jeans that don't have any holes in them. He slips on a pair of dark, comfortable boots, and he makes his way to town from his place in the woods.
Yvette told him to meet her after her shift, so Fabrice hopes he's on time as he makes his way to Watersong, casting a quick spell on himself to keep out the chill of the winter evening.
"Hello?" He calls out, walking into the club and searching out Yvette.