romeoinabox: (by lj user sodamnreckless) ([All dressed up])
Raymond "Red" Reddington ([personal profile] romeoinabox) wrote2016-02-07 08:25 pm
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Reasons for celebrating (Verity)

Birthdays really are the best time to celebrate life. Excuses are made for the best food, the finest wine, and one's favorite company. Whether with old friends or new, it really doesn't matter. So long as enjoyment is had by all, the celebration can only be called a win.

They might have been last minute plans, but Red is working just as hard to make this a dinner to remember. A table separate from the others to limit the amount of gossip they have to deal with. A bouquet of peonies and roses for Verity to bring a breath of spring into the cold winter night. And on top of it all, a tuxedo, rather than a suit, to better fit the atmosphere of their dinner destination. He would keep the hat on for now, to ward off the cold and appease his date for the evening, but it clashes terribly with the tux. It'll be coming off the moment they arrive at the restaurant.

He arrives a few minutes early to Verity's... tower residence, and he ponders momentarily on asking if she happens to live at the top or if she makes someone else live up there (because Verity is obviously not a damsel in distress). There doesn't appear to be a regular door, so he knocks carefully on where one should be.

"Yes, hello? Is Verity here? I'm here to escort her to dinner."
brave_heart_verity: (muffled laugh)

[personal profile] brave_heart_verity 2016-02-12 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
He knows he's found the right place when he can hear her laughing, which happens right around when the large slab of crystal in the wall cracks open and moves so he can step inside. "Sorry I forgot to warn you about the door. The joys of living with a wizard: all the modern and magical conveniences, if I don't mind not having electricity."

It's a nice place, if you like stone and green. Very solid, with a fireplace in the living room and a few picture windows. Form follows function, and then there's a reminder that she lives there too. Upholstered furniture, rugs on the floor, a few potted plants in front of a window, some kind of crazy herb garden chandelier. Then, of course, there's her: gone are the fauxhawk and casual clothes, and she suddenly looks like a proper lady with her updo and cut velvet evening gown. If he gets the idea she's just finishing getting ready, it's probably because she's still in the process of putting on her earrings. (The pink druzies look adorable with her hair; her brother's got good taste.)

"You look very nice. I hope it wasn't hard to find the place?"