Post by Catherine Prince on Feb 23, 2024 11:12:20 GMT -8
Febuary 23rd, 2024 | The Rising Phoenix | Early Evening
Taking in a slow, deep breath, Caty smoothed her hands over her dress and wondered if she was overdressed. Tonight she would be meeting up with Orla for drinks. Typically, she'd go to Club Liliana for a night out to drink and dance until the sun came up, but Caty wanted to give Orla a more classier night. The Rising Phoenix was a popular jazz club/restaurant with a high end dress code. It wasn't a place that Catherine frequented, but it was a private club with just the right kind of ambiance for a date. Was this a date? Caty wasn't sure. Orla had been the first to label it as such, but the blonde didn't want to get her hopes up. She's carried quite the flame for the former badger for many years now, but as a gay woman Catherine had to be cautious about who she propositioned. There have been plenty of girls that she has dated or been with for a night or two, but no one could really hold a candle to Orla. No one had ever gotten her heart pumping the way that Orla did. Even now as she prepared for the evening, she could feel her heart pitter-pattering in her chest, the nerves crawling in her stomach. She couldn't wait to see her friend all dressed up tonight.
The Quidditch star made sure she was the first to arrive at the club. Caty gave her name to the maitre d' for the reservation and was seated at a table tucked away in the corner. Another thing she had made sure to do. She wanted the girls to have a bit of privacy tonight without people coming up to them to talk to Puddlemere's rising star. Catherine slid into the seat the maitre d' pulled out for her and she draped the napkin over her lap. The waiter came by shortly after and she ordered a bottle of wine and two glasses as well as an oyster appetizer. The little voice in the back of her head whispered that she was doing too much, but she decided to ignore it as the wizard poured her a glass. Caty offered him a grateful smile and raised the glass to press against her lips as she took a slow sip. That was much better. The wine was a specialty of theirs, a Sauvignon Blanc from the vineyards in Italy. It was smooth and rich as it glided down her throat and she found herself taking a few more sips as she waited for Orla to arrive. Hopefully she had gotten her letter telling her about the dress code.
Orla Finch