<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th, 9:00 AM</strong></span><br/><em>The Cathedral, Tiggy's Room, Squee!</em></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d5/Vedaa_Arsenal_2.png)</div><strong>WHO:</strong>Antigone Ellington (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15306250#msg15306250)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Turquoise bikini top and bottom, grey vest and knee length skirt, flex-steel combat boots<br/><strong>DOING:</strong><br/><strong>NOTE:</strong><br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Barry/closed<br/><hr/><br/>He was listening he was going. Oh she didn't want him to go. Then he was kissing her. She was blurring her thoughts, one side progressing dragging him back into the room, the other needing a minute, an hour, a day to process where this was going. She was still reeling from him taking charge, that was nice. Only a small part of her was listening, she repeated him. "Dinner, tonight." She agreed. She agreed? Her memory ran another thread, his words moments ago.<br/><br/>First date and consensual sex…planned ok.<br/><br/>She processed his words as her instructions, is that what he was thinking? Eric and Marley said she did what she wanted, not what someone else expected. Barry was intense, so sure in word and act that they were together, together. She had done little to dispel that thought, and truly wasn't adverse to the idea. He was just so, intense. She had agreed to dinner, that was all. She would see what happened, and even her father, who had been with an alien had advised that a woman should not give it up on the first date. Had her mother? It was not like she was around long according to her father.<br/><br/>What would she wear? The door closed.<br/><br/><<Exit scene Antigone>>