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paixaorpg2010-06-15 08:04 pm
therightcurves.livejournal.com) wrote in paixaorpg2010-06-15 08:04 pm
A Different Sort of Sport [Active]
Character(s): Megara, Jecht
Content: Megara and Jecht have a not-date wherein it's possible Meg stops being such an ice queen. Maybe.
Setting: Starting at the Seventh Heaven, who knows from there?
Time: Week 22, evening.
Warnings: None. ~Romantic tension~?
She couldn't explain why this was happening. Yes, she knew it was because she had given in a little. But why? Maybe finally being free of Hades, at least on this mortal plane, made her a little reckless. Maybe she was just tired of feeling so alone. Whatever the reason, Megara was waiting for Jecht instead of chasing him off.
She went about the normal routine of closing shop for the night -- cleaning the tables, checking the finances, locking the valuable things up. Yuna and Tiana had left a few hours before (and if Meg seemed skittish around the girls, they seemed to know better than to point it out). The customers had long since left. Now she stepped out into the warm evening air, closing and locking the door behind her. Now the real work would begin.
Meg stood in front of the closed door, her hand resting on the wrought-iron handle, her expression pensive. It'd been a long time since she'd entered the dating scene. Not that this was a date. Because it in no way was.
Content: Megara and Jecht have a not-date wherein it's possible Meg stops being such an ice queen. Maybe.
Setting: Starting at the Seventh Heaven, who knows from there?
Time: Week 22, evening.
Warnings: None. ~Romantic tension~?
She couldn't explain why this was happening. Yes, she knew it was because she had given in a little. But why? Maybe finally being free of Hades, at least on this mortal plane, made her a little reckless. Maybe she was just tired of feeling so alone. Whatever the reason, Megara was waiting for Jecht instead of chasing him off.
She went about the normal routine of closing shop for the night -- cleaning the tables, checking the finances, locking the valuable things up. Yuna and Tiana had left a few hours before (and if Meg seemed skittish around the girls, they seemed to know better than to point it out). The customers had long since left. Now she stepped out into the warm evening air, closing and locking the door behind her. Now the real work would begin.
Meg stood in front of the closed door, her hand resting on the wrought-iron handle, her expression pensive. It'd been a long time since she'd entered the dating scene. Not that this was a date. Because it in no way was.