<div class="floatleft">(http://celebritywc.com/images/anson-mount-8.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Tyr<br/><strong>Date and Time:</strong>Before the ball<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Finery for All Occasions<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Jeans and tshirt<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Remy, Gin, Dhavali<br/><strong>Content warnings:</strong>None<br/><strong>Extra information:</strong>None<br/><hr/><br/>It seemed that Tyr had one suit that was from this era. He'd worn it on his first date with Remy. Looking at his wardrobe he seemed to have a lot of clothes from the 1800's. That was a good time. The air was clean, fine horses, wide open spaces. Now children just played cowboys and indians which involved shooting each other or watching westerns. He grabbed one of his denim shirts...denim on jeans, it was comfortable.<br/><br/>Checking where the chariot of Apollo was in the sky he got on his bike. He was looking forward to seeing Remy again. He was glad Gin had suggested this, shopping normally was a chore. Watching beautiful women come out in different outfits was a fashion show. He drove fast, he always drove fast enough to push his hair back. He had the perception and the reflexes to deal with it.<br/><br/>He parked his bike and took his helmet off, finger combing his hair back. They were all meeting here. Normally he would have offered to pick Remy up but this was only the second time they were meeting, the first without armed chaperones. He saw Gin waiting by herself. Was he late?<br/><br/>"Hello Gin. How are you today" he asks with an easy smile.