There had been some weeks this summer that Liam would be perfectly willing to describe as 'traumatizing'. The past week had not been such. No, the word he would use to describe the past week was 'frustrating'. Especially when coupled (heh) with the fact that his and Verity's attempts to get off (heh) the island had been foiled at every turn.
And so when Monday morning rolled around and things were back to- not normal, that wasn't the word to use when a trip to the bathroom involved a brief stopover in some sort of pocket dimension filled with ducks- but it was clear that at least on a personal level, everything was functioning the way it should, he and Verity made the executive decision to go ahead with those plans for an off-island date.
With one rather significant difference. The reservation at La Scala was for three, not two.
( 'What did you tell him?' Verity asked, as the waiter poured a round of reds for the table. )
[ooc: NFB due to distance, preplayed with![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
arboreal_priestess pulling double duty as hardchoicesindarkplaces, and TBC in comments, where it will likely get NSFW.]
And so when Monday morning rolled around and things were back to- not normal, that wasn't the word to use when a trip to the bathroom involved a brief stopover in some sort of pocket dimension filled with ducks- but it was clear that at least on a personal level, everything was functioning the way it should, he and Verity made the executive decision to go ahead with those plans for an off-island date.
With one rather significant difference. The reservation at La Scala was for three, not two.
( 'What did you tell him?' Verity asked, as the waiter poured a round of reds for the table. )
[ooc: NFB due to distance, preplayed with
arboreal_priestess pulling double duty as hardchoicesindarkplaces, and TBC in comments, where it will likely get NSFW.]
