(les)

[seas_open]

April honestly isn't sure why she's here.

Les had said something about dinner and before she could even think about what she was saying, she had found herself agreeing and now she's here, uncertain, on unsteady ground, and neither of these are things she likes being. It's not a date, she doesn't go on dates, she simply does what she needs to do in order to get by, but befriending a witch she'd met first in a bar and then on the beach has little to do with just getting by. She doesn't need him in any way to get the things she wants.

But she's here anyway and she doesn't entirely understand why.

She'd put on a simple green dress and a pair of sandals, left her hair loose around her shoulders. She's left her taser at home, too, because she can't imagine Les doing anything that would require her needing it, which is stupid. It's how people get into trouble, by assuming they know things about a person they've spent barely any time with at all, but she's confident in her decision at the same time, just one more conflicting thought in a long line of conflicting thoughts.

It isn't even that she's here simply because she wants to sleep with him -- though she wouldn't say no. If that was all she wanted, she's certain there are less difficult ways to go about it. In short, there isn't much she understands about Les or about what she's doing.

But she's here anyway and she fixes the hem of her dress before knocking on the door of the guest house.

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[lesparker]

It's precisely six minutes past eight o'clock when Les hears the polite knock on the door of the guest house. He is in the bathroom fixing his hair, which is just the equivalent of running his hands over his head with water and this gel he'd swiped from Alfie until everything looked less horrible.



At the knock, he immediately knows it's April because his very humble host Princess Corry had neither knocked nor called first any of the times she had barged into the guest house to check on him. He wonders if he should've mentioned company was coming tonight, but it's a bit late for that. Earlier he had cleared away most of the mess in the kitchen, putting up the spells he'd been working to make room on the couch and the kitchen table. He isn't completely sure what the intention of the night with April is. The words 'maybe dinner' had left his mouth before he had thought them through completely. He's usually much better at asking for dates, at least enough to know they're dates. But April threw him off his game just a touch especially after she had opened up to him about her siren abilities. He wasn't sure what he'd done to gain her trust so quickly because he got the impression that 'trust' wasn't something she handed out to everyone.

He opens the door to find her standing on the threshold, looking rather beautiful in a green dress and faintly waved hair. He does make a point to look her up and down, but he does it with a playful smile. "Somebody looks nice," he says, easy with the compliments when he means them, but he lets the door sweep aside gesturing her through before he closes it back.