2020-01-31 - Alliterative Arrangements
Just making plans. Easy peasy.
IC Date: 2020-01-31
OOC Date: 2019-09-25
Location: Text
Related Scenes: 2020-02-16 - Plastic-Sword Piracy
Plot: None
Scene Number: 3773
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: Have a challenge for you.
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: A challenge, you say? I don't know, am I the kind of person who likes those?
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: Pretty sure you woulda turned tail by now if you weren't 😉
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: Scotch pairings that aren't skittles.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: Cuz I'm pretty sure I don't want skittles and scotch.
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: I hear scotch goes well with souls. Possibly succotash. Squid? I'm not sure how I feel about scotch and squid.
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: Scotch and scaloppini!
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: Perfect. You cooking or should I pick something up?
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: Or just 'and scallops'. Those are pretty good.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: Ooh. Yeah. That's good too.
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: Ah, evidence you haven't seen me really try to cook anything yet.
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: Depends: is this a gambling kind of day?
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: Always.
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: Then if your cunning plan involves the food happening here, bring ingredients.
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: and probably a take-out menu.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: Perfect.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: Tonight?
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: Now I'm going to spend all night wanting scallops, among other things, but I have to make sure none of the bartenders overdo it on sparklers and blow up the club tonight. Sunday?
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: Unless you want a REALLY late dinner.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: Really late dinner deprives us of our safety net. Are you feeling that brave?
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: How about you text me when you get in tonight but we keep Sunday as our Plan B?
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: Deal. No promises not to text you before then, though. I might have brilliant thoughts and someone's got to suffer.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: Always open to your torment 😘
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: Always open to tormenting you. 😈
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: Now I'mma be distracted all day.
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: Only fair.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: IMG: Quickly snapped selfie of a winking Sparrow, a dusting of a dark shimmery gold obvious on that dipped eyelid. Her lips are a more muted hue than usual, a matte neutral to keep attention on her eyes. What little can be seen of her clothing is dark, but it's mostly a headshot. Just a wink and grin, impishness and affection both in that one open eye.
(TXT to Rhys) Sparrow: Gotta get to class. Talk soon ❤️ ❤️ ❤️
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: No one there will be able to concentrate.
(TXT to Sparrow) Rhys: Or here. Learn well. ❤️
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