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The District of Columbia
Aiden:
Serra Drosa
She looked the two of them over again, and then down to her cup of tea. Which was finally empty. The dismay was subtle, but present, and delayed her response for just a moment. "Something... presentable. But not too fancy. It's a steakhouse, a very nice one I say, but different from a high class establishment." She tilted her head as a discussion about Eruraviel taking fashion cues from Amanda took place soon after.
"It would be rather, cute, if you matched."
SINIB:
Eruraviel
"Elves don't get fat, we grow stronger and our musculature denser. And our curves curvier." She raised her eyebrow at Amanda, dark purple eye questioning her motives–she wouldn't be debasing herself in public for Amanda's amusement. That was behavior relegated to the bedroom.
Then, Eruraviel smirked. Her grin betrayed her excitement.
"I like that idea. I'll arrange for some cute matching outfits."
She looked at Amanda with a deep an intense stare, the tips of her ears heating up with a hint of arousal.
Bern:
Amanda
Interesting....
Amanda finished her drink in one swoop and grinned in excitement. "Now that's a sple did idea, tell us where to meet and we'll be there cuter than you could possibly imagine."
Eru probably thought she'd have something against dressing up like that too, but as long as she got to see her cute Elf wife dressed properly then she'd be happy to endure quite a few things.
Aiden:
Serra Drosa
"Would that I could eat the way your people do, then." Serra stood up first at that cue, and gathered up her belongings with a smooth, practiced grace. "I look forward to meeting you both again at the Capitol Steakhouse. Meet me there at the start of happy hour."
Aiden:
Serra Drosa
The Capitol Steakhouse was a rather "nice" place, but not in that sort of way that suggested fine dining, exclusive reservations, small portions, and snobbish dress codes. It was nice in the sense that it was a nicely done building of wood set at the edge of the city's park, and looked rather fetching with its steeped roof covered in snow. It smelled of hickory and smoking meats, it was nicely lit with a low music-only radio going in the background, and it had lots of booths and big tables all over the place. It made for some pretty big crowds, and around this time there weren't much in the way of kids since there were drinks everywhere.
Serra had put on a nice modest and pink winter dress and gotten a table in a corner, and was just waiting for the other two she was expecting to turn up. She took a moment to shoot Washington a text, letting her know when she expected to be back.
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