Post by Stephen Leland on May 1, 2014 21:22:16 GMT
Open to Danny Ravensdale and her approved Guests
Stephen waited patiently(?) at the corner near the bakery. It was just past mid-day and he was trying his best not to look nervous. Today was the day that he was to take Miss Danielle out to dinner... on a date.... the first date he had ever been on in his life.... Queens, if he messed this up he would die a lonely soul. Clearing his throat, he adjusted his jacket. Thankfully the weather had turned out perfect- well perfect in a normal person's stand point. Personally he would have loved it if the heavens open up and poured rain down upon him at this very moment. That might calm him down. Why was he so nervous again? Oh, how silly, he almost forget; this was his first time on a date. Did he not just think that? Maybe. This was going to be terrible. He was going to make a fool out of himself, somehow, someway. Most likely trip and fall down 50 flights of stairs. Poor Danielle would have to take his broken body back home in a wheel barrel. Or she might just leave him there to die. That would save him the embarrassment of having to face her again after making a jester of himself. With luck he might just fall into the sea as she wheeled him back home and drown before his father found out just how his clumsy son had managed to ruin his very first date by throwing himself down a stairwell. That option seemed far better then explaining to his father why he would not have any grandchildren. BLOODY HELL PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER!
He had decided to go almost all out today. With a light tan dress jacket with tan pants to match it, a black vest and white cravat. It might have been a little overboard for the place that he had chosen to take her but he wanted to look his best. A few people had walked by as he waited some-what patiently for Danielle and gave him a knowing smile, which really irritated him. Did he really look that nervous? All this waiting might kill him. It was no one's fault except for his own though, he had gotten at their meeting place two hours earlier than planed. Why was he such a fool. To distract himself, he pulled out his rather plain looking pocket watch and watched the seconds hand tick lazily around the watches face.
This is what I view Stephen's outfit to look like: 2.bp.blogspot.com/-hz7ahEGiPAc/UTzVyuLjpcI/AAAAAAAABfw/8tgEG9_Qgio/s1600/Mens+Steampunk+Fashion+Clothes+(6).jpg
Stephen waited patiently(?) at the corner near the bakery. It was just past mid-day and he was trying his best not to look nervous. Today was the day that he was to take Miss Danielle out to dinner... on a date.... the first date he had ever been on in his life.... Queens, if he messed this up he would die a lonely soul. Clearing his throat, he adjusted his jacket. Thankfully the weather had turned out perfect- well perfect in a normal person's stand point. Personally he would have loved it if the heavens open up and poured rain down upon him at this very moment. That might calm him down. Why was he so nervous again? Oh, how silly, he almost forget; this was his first time on a date. Did he not just think that? Maybe. This was going to be terrible. He was going to make a fool out of himself, somehow, someway. Most likely trip and fall down 50 flights of stairs. Poor Danielle would have to take his broken body back home in a wheel barrel. Or she might just leave him there to die. That would save him the embarrassment of having to face her again after making a jester of himself. With luck he might just fall into the sea as she wheeled him back home and drown before his father found out just how his clumsy son had managed to ruin his very first date by throwing himself down a stairwell. That option seemed far better then explaining to his father why he would not have any grandchildren. BLOODY HELL PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER!
He had decided to go almost all out today. With a light tan dress jacket with tan pants to match it, a black vest and white cravat. It might have been a little overboard for the place that he had chosen to take her but he wanted to look his best. A few people had walked by as he waited some-what patiently for Danielle and gave him a knowing smile, which really irritated him. Did he really look that nervous? All this waiting might kill him. It was no one's fault except for his own though, he had gotten at their meeting place two hours earlier than planed. Why was he such a fool. To distract himself, he pulled out his rather plain looking pocket watch and watched the seconds hand tick lazily around the watches face.
This is what I view Stephen's outfit to look like: 2.bp.blogspot.com/-hz7ahEGiPAc/UTzVyuLjpcI/AAAAAAAABfw/8tgEG9_Qgio/s1600/Mens+Steampunk+Fashion+Clothes+(6).jpg