Posted May 28, 2019, 10:15 a.m. by Civilian Dawson (Owner of Secret Securities) (Tony Findora)
Posted by Civilian Astrid Rousseau (Head of the Judicial System) in An Invitation to Dinner
Posted by Civilian Dawson (Owner of Secret Securities) in An Invitation to Dinner
Posted by Civilian Astrid Rousseau (Head of the Judicial System) in An Invitation to Dinner
A free evening was like the rarest of gems in Astrid’s world. At least much of her organization work had begun to bare fruit. She estimated that in the next few weeks, she would begin to have at least a single day a week that could be dedicated to something other the Law. She smiled as she stepped in the front door of her lovely home. The feeling of relaxation and contentment suffused her. The original feeling of desperation and danger had gone from its warm confines. She felt safe with knowing how many people were looking after her safety just on this property alone. The sun was still relatively high in the horizon which she could see through a window towards the back of her home. She placed her folders in the safe and made her way to her bedroom where she slowly stripped from the day’s work clothes. While she changed into her loungewear, she wondered what she could do with the evening.Though she could spend it going over notes for cases or tweaking things at work here or there, she realized she needed a break. Her first thought was to contact the Police Chief to get an update on the investigation, but then her thoughts fell to Dawson and she found herself smiling and warmth flooding to her cheeks. Picking up her PaDD, she sent him a message.
Dawson,
It seems I finally have an evening to breathe and left to my own devices, I might be lost among paperwork and court transcriptions. Please, rescue me from my own work ethic. Come to dinner.
AstridAstrid Rousseau, HotJ
Dawson had been busy at work in Secret Securities. Organizing future events and keeping things in line. His own person padd chirped at the sound of a message.
He read it over, curious and perhaps a bit elated inside. It had been some time since he had really any interactions with the Head of the Judicial department on Oed V. And she wanted him to distract her from work? Perhaps he too needed the distraction.
Astrid,
You’re wish is my command. Give me thirty minutes and I shall be there. Is there a particular dress code for me to keep in mind?
Dawson
With that he proceeded to close up his office, leaving the work he was currently working on for another day.
-Dawson
Astrid was putting on a small set of delicate earrings when the chime came from her PaDD with his reply. She read it and smiled warmly. She reached down with one hand while holding her earring in place with the other and replied:
Dawson,
Casual is fine. It has been a long day and I just want to be relaxed. Bring your swimshorts for the pool or hot tub just in case you want to take a dip. The cook is making plenty of food. I will see you soon.
Astrid
She finished putting on the stars and moons dangling earrings and inspected herself in the mirror. A simple white deep v sleeveless shirt paired well with the high waist, tight fitting dark blue cropped pants. Her feet were bare as she turned from the mirror and searched for a small scarf. Finding it fairly quickly she proceeded to braid it into a low ponytail mixed with her hair. One good tug and her hair would be free, but it was a pretty accessory.
She alerted her security she was expecting Dawson, ordered a small fire in the outdoor fireplace. Then, finding she didn’t have much left to do, she went to check on how the cook was coming along with dinner.
Rousseau, HotJ
Dawson soon arrived at the door in dark blue jeans, a dark pull over t-shirt (almost form fitting), and a black leather jacket to boot. His silver colored leather boots were typical of him (as they came from a time long ago). He rang the bell at the gate, feeling a bit out of place. He was always on the move, always on the hunt. The threat of the Kalidonians was gone, at least for now. His job entailed dealing with the aftermath and whatever else the head of police felt was necessary to dump in his lap. But, being El Aurian meant he understood what it meant to wind down, even if he felt a need to pounce on something.
For now, he gave the good judge his attention. He had felt a form of attraction to her. And she had sought him out. Whether it was wise of her to do so or not was anyone’s guess. He was old compared to the rest of the human population. But he certainly did not look it. Would age be a major factor? Or was this some heat of the moment thing? Maybe she genuinely just needed to relax and felt Dawson could provide her with such? Dawson knew well enough not to trust the very first reasoning someone gave. At least not right away.
He smiled as he awaited to be let in.
-Dawson, Owner of Secret Securities
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