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capeandcowllogs2011-01-31 09:36 pm
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Spring is the time for love
WHO: Poison Ivy (and You?)
WHERE: A very nice and open air restaurant, near a romantic park.
WHEN: Afternoon to late evening.
WARNINGS: Ivy's massively huge issues.
SUMMARY: Ivy is reconciling her jaded feelings for the upcoming holidays via fine wine and spoiling the good time of others.
FORMAT:soloish-open-whatever-you-like-ish
She did not have a problem. Having a problem would imply that she had had feelings on the subject to begin with. That she was attached and this would simply not do. She did not care that Danny's former fiance was in the City. Similarly, she did not care that he had planned to have children with this woman, until his powers had spoiled their plans. Similarly, she was not in the least put off by his confession that he was concerned the same thing would happen to her. Not that it implied anything about their relationship, such as it was. Not that they had a relationship. At all. Because those sorts of things simply did not work out. So it really was just sex.
She also did not care that the Hood was clearly in a much more... stable relationship. Because, again, they did not have a relationship. At least not that kind of relationship. Sex and manufacturing illicit drugs did not constitute that sort of relationship. So the fact that he was in that sort of relationship really didn't bother her. Nor that it was perfectly clear that they could not simply pick up where they left off. And she was fine with that. Really, it was just that this time of year was so annoying, that's what had her in such a rotten mood. That's all it was. So, Ivy was treating herself to a very nice lunch and several bottles of similarly nice wine at a romantic little spot in a park, near a duck pond.
And really, this was shaping up to be a grand time!
In the past hour, a husband had admitted to his wife that he had been having an affair with her sister for the last two years. To which the wife responded that that was just fine, because she had been having an affair with his secretary for the last three. A high school girl dumped a pitcher of iced tea over the head of her college aged date who had been glancing at Ivy. Every now and then there would be a shout and startled screams from the picturesque duck pond, as roots that seemed to shift out of the ground caught the incautious and sent them stumbling into the shallow water. The couples that sat under the weeping willow seemed to be constantly plagued by falling twigs and leaves knocking over their glasses and falling into their food. Her waiter was a handsome man in his late 20s, crisp and professional to a fault. Dedicated to keeping a professional demure around the romantic couples and lunching socialites that frequented the cafe. Ivy smiled sweetly at him, letting her fingers brush along the back of his hand when he handed her a fresh glass. He blushed like a school boy, almost tripping over his own feet when he turned to go.
Ivy sipped her wine and basked in the late afternoon sun. Yes, this was definitely a more appropriate way to spend the romantic season.
WHERE: A very nice and open air restaurant, near a romantic park.
WHEN: Afternoon to late evening.
WARNINGS: Ivy's massively huge issues.
SUMMARY: Ivy is reconciling her jaded feelings for the upcoming holidays via fine wine and spoiling the good time of others.
FORMAT:soloish-open-whatever-you-like-ish
She did not have a problem. Having a problem would imply that she had had feelings on the subject to begin with. That she was attached and this would simply not do. She did not care that Danny's former fiance was in the City. Similarly, she did not care that he had planned to have children with this woman, until his powers had spoiled their plans. Similarly, she was not in the least put off by his confession that he was concerned the same thing would happen to her. Not that it implied anything about their relationship, such as it was. Not that they had a relationship. At all. Because those sorts of things simply did not work out. So it really was just sex.
She also did not care that the Hood was clearly in a much more... stable relationship. Because, again, they did not have a relationship. At least not that kind of relationship. Sex and manufacturing illicit drugs did not constitute that sort of relationship. So the fact that he was in that sort of relationship really didn't bother her. Nor that it was perfectly clear that they could not simply pick up where they left off. And she was fine with that. Really, it was just that this time of year was so annoying, that's what had her in such a rotten mood. That's all it was. So, Ivy was treating herself to a very nice lunch and several bottles of similarly nice wine at a romantic little spot in a park, near a duck pond.
And really, this was shaping up to be a grand time!
In the past hour, a husband had admitted to his wife that he had been having an affair with her sister for the last two years. To which the wife responded that that was just fine, because she had been having an affair with his secretary for the last three. A high school girl dumped a pitcher of iced tea over the head of her college aged date who had been glancing at Ivy. Every now and then there would be a shout and startled screams from the picturesque duck pond, as roots that seemed to shift out of the ground caught the incautious and sent them stumbling into the shallow water. The couples that sat under the weeping willow seemed to be constantly plagued by falling twigs and leaves knocking over their glasses and falling into their food. Her waiter was a handsome man in his late 20s, crisp and professional to a fault. Dedicated to keeping a professional demure around the romantic couples and lunching socialites that frequented the cafe. Ivy smiled sweetly at him, letting her fingers brush along the back of his hand when he handed her a fresh glass. He blushed like a school boy, almost tripping over his own feet when he turned to go.
Ivy sipped her wine and basked in the late afternoon sun. Yes, this was definitely a more appropriate way to spend the romantic season.