Post by Low Key on Nov 21, 2014 0:28:57 GMT -5
It was finally happening.
One solid week spent planning; all that time scurrying around, securing reservations, making purchases, settling scores, and otherwise making sure that Mr. Murphy felt thoroughly unwelcome, it was all falling into place. The stage was set, the actors were prepped, the techs were briefed, and it was time to get the show on the road.
As Low Key adjusted his suit tie, he ran a mental checklist over his attire. Dress shirt? Check. Sport Coat? Check. Tie? Check. Knowledge of how to tie a tie? Check. Deodorant and cologne applied? Check. Mane and tail combed to an aesthetic degree that would make noblemare blush? Check.
The minutes began to tick by, and Low continued to sit out out on the couch in the living room as he waited for Niara to get ready. Their reservation was in less than half an hour, and he was starting to get antsy. He almost felt like casually remarking about how it took mares forever to get ready, but he decided to curb his chauvinism. She'd be ready soon, and they wouldn't be late.
Speaking of Niara getting ready, he wondered what she'd do. He had had her go out earlier in the week to buy a dress, but instructed her to keep it hidden from him. He wanted to save all of that emotion for this night. It was like the morning of Hearth's Warming Eve, when all the colts and fillies whom had been waiting for weeks could finally open all their presents.
Mmm, speaking of wrapping...
Low was quick to shake his lecherous thoughts from his head. He had taken special care to make sure that his other head wouldn't be bothering him for the rest of the night (well, at least not until later tonight). He truly wanted a romantic dinner date where the date was the main event. "Desert" would only come after that, and only if Niara was feeling "hungry".
He took another look at the clock and sighed nervously. Surely Niara could maybe cut a few corners? He wouldn't judge her.
One solid week spent planning; all that time scurrying around, securing reservations, making purchases, settling scores, and otherwise making sure that Mr. Murphy felt thoroughly unwelcome, it was all falling into place. The stage was set, the actors were prepped, the techs were briefed, and it was time to get the show on the road.
As Low Key adjusted his suit tie, he ran a mental checklist over his attire. Dress shirt? Check. Sport Coat? Check. Tie? Check. Knowledge of how to tie a tie? Check. Deodorant and cologne applied? Check. Mane and tail combed to an aesthetic degree that would make noblemare blush? Check.
The minutes began to tick by, and Low continued to sit out out on the couch in the living room as he waited for Niara to get ready. Their reservation was in less than half an hour, and he was starting to get antsy. He almost felt like casually remarking about how it took mares forever to get ready, but he decided to curb his chauvinism. She'd be ready soon, and they wouldn't be late.
Speaking of Niara getting ready, he wondered what she'd do. He had had her go out earlier in the week to buy a dress, but instructed her to keep it hidden from him. He wanted to save all of that emotion for this night. It was like the morning of Hearth's Warming Eve, when all the colts and fillies whom had been waiting for weeks could finally open all their presents.
Mmm, speaking of wrapping...
Low was quick to shake his lecherous thoughts from his head. He had taken special care to make sure that his other head wouldn't be bothering him for the rest of the night (well, at least not until later tonight). He truly wanted a romantic dinner date where the date was the main event. "Desert" would only come after that, and only if Niara was feeling "hungry".
He took another look at the clock and sighed nervously. Surely Niara could maybe cut a few corners? He wouldn't judge her.
