Putzing around his apartment, Boris decided to fire up his laptop, while he continued to kill time before meeting Emily.  While his device warmed up, he reflected on the day’s events so far.  He had to admit it had been an awesome day, and it wasn’t quite over yet.  Sam picked up his bike, and happy as a clam while doing so.  A scooter was magically left behind, which was then gifted to Emily, and she was arguably happier than Sam was.<br/><br/>Thoughts of Emily brought a smile to his face.  As easily as that smile appeared, however, it dimmed slightly as he reminded himself that meeting her for pizza was more of a thank-you gesture than anything else.  Seeing her again socially was iffy at best, and that was okay.  He’d be sure to enjoy her company and let things fall where they may.<br/><br/>Signing in to<i>Innocent Innuendos, </i>there were a few alerts waiting for him, as well as a pair of PMs in need of his attention.  The alerts were a few<i>likes </i>he received from other members, as well as site announcements from staff.  The PMs, on the other hand, were both joyous and alarming.  One was from<i>GhostWriter, </i>and he responded accordingly.  The other message was from<i>Shadow Queen.  </i>“Ah shit,” Boris muttered out loud.  “That’s the Triple-X chick.”  Her message hadn’t even been opened yet, and he already felt his pulse rate increase.  Sitting down, for<i>Shadow Queen </i>required, if not outright demanded, a sit-down audience, he clicked on her message.<br/><br/><i>47, my love,</i><br/><br/><i>I have been patiently waiting for you.  I have seen you online every so often, and you must know that my waiting is ending as of this message.  I want you as an RP partner, 47, and I will not be denied.  Anything you wish.  Fantasy.  Supernatural.  Slice of Life.  Anything.  One thing is for certain though: It will be Male x Female.  What I have planned for you, I KNOW you will like.</i><br/><br/><i>I await your response, my love.  Good things to cum.</i><br/><br/><i>Shadow Queen :heart:</i><br/><br/>“HO-LEE-SHIT!”  Boris said out loud again.  And what was this<i>my love </i>crap? he wondered.  They PM’ed each other, what, two or three times?  But nothing like this.  He suspected Pierre might be behind this, but either way, he needed to answer her call.  And that, he decided, would be addressed when he got home after meeting Emily.  Her spelling of cum did not go unnoticed either.  Damn, I am so dead, he thought, trying to refocus on Emily.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;&lt; &lt; &lt; &lt; &lt; &lt;​</div><br/>His watch said it was 4:57 pm as he walked into<i>Capone’s Pizza.  </i>Although unsurprisingly crowded, he spotted her immediately as she sat in a booth, facing the front entrance.  And that was when he experienced yet another<i>ah shit </i>moment.  Boris was so wrapped up with<i>Shadow Queen</i>that not only did he forsake a shower, but he was wearing the same clothes from earlier in the day.<br/><br/>Emily, on the other hand, looked as gorgeous as ever, pink hair and all.  She probably smelled good, too, he predicted.  Approaching her booth, he glided in opposite her and said, “Hey Emily.  You look really nice, and uh, how’s that scooter?”  Man, he so sucked at this.