"Wine for you?"
Ginnie smiled up at him. Yes, she liked him indeed.
"Yes, please."
Guiding Ginnie to the table, Alec selected a spot where her clothing would be most easily facilitated on the side facing the door. Moving a neighboring chair against a wall, he pulled out another chair for her to be seated in with enough space around her as to not disturb neighboring occupants (and be able to get up quickly if necessary).
A chair for you, Mademoiselle.
Taking the seat to her right, Alec looked up to the door in time to see Nova enter in her vintage Nirvana look and...someone...next to her.
Well, there's Nova...and...oh...my...god...is that Jan?
Keeping what could have easily been a bout of uproarious laughter down to a choking chuckle, Alec struggled to get his ageism in check.
I suppose some of us are luckier than others concerning the traditional clothing of our time. It is a good thing he's got nice legs or there'd be trouble.
Feeling immensely better about his youth, Alec reached for the bottle center table.
Wine for you?
((OOC: I will have sporadic access until Tuesday morning - please jump in and help entertain! I'll pop in and be sarcastic or socially clumsy as frequently as possible! Cheers, and Happy Halloween! Permission to staff to move me as necessary.))
"Wine for you?"
So...pleased with where the world is headed, or..?