( closed ) ❤ don't go breakin' my heart.

[invigorates]

Who: Lioriley && Howard Stark
Broadcast: Nay
Action: ebrion
When: February 14th

( The words 'Valentine's Day' had been throw around quite a few times in the past week or so. Enough so that Lioriley found it necessary to actually figure out what the hell it actually was. She got her answer from both people and texts, and eventually understood the general idea behind the holiday.

It was... interesting. Cute, in a way, but also somewhat depressing for someone who did not have a partner to share it with. Somehow or another — dumb luck, probably, and idle conversation — it had come up with Howard, and he had suggested ( no, insisted ) that he give her a proper demonstration of just how Valentine's Day is supposed to go.

And who was she to crush the man's hopes and dreams? It was harmless either way, and she did enjoy talking and spending time with him. So she had agreed, made her way back to her ship to get dressed and returned planetside to join him at [specified location] at [specified time]. )

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[speedboat]

[ look he's just doing her a public service! back home, women knock down his door just to be seen in public with him. among the fleet, dating had been... stagnant since celeste leaving ages ago. he's eager to try again. perhaps too eager.

howard is predictably already at the bar with half a drink in front of him and a fresh cosmo looking drink in the spot next to him that he's saving for lior. he's wearing a classic for once, black suit with red accents, and a black hat in front of him with a red ribbon around the brim. ]

Hey there.... you. [ give him a minute, he'll remember. once he remembers what he was wearing the day he met her. a bright smile is spared for her entrance either way and damn that's a cute dress. ] I took the liberty of ordering you a drink, sweetheart. You look swell.

[invigorates]

[ Never inclined to assume the worst of someone, Lioriley is just going to hope that 'you' is simply some form of greeting humans give. Surely he has not forgotten her name so soon — or even the nickname he decided to give her because god forbid he try more than two syllables. ]

You look quite nice yourself. [ He looked nice the day she met him, too. Maybe he's just always in for looking like he's ready to mingle?? Either way, her compliment is sincere enough. She takes a seat beside him, glancing down at the drink. She has never seen it before in her life. ] I appreciate it. Might I ask what it is, though?

[speedboat]

Cosmopolitan. Try it, you'll like it. [ he sounds 100% confident of the fact. he takes a long pull of his bourbon and comes away with a bright snap of his fingers. ] Lior. Brown towncoat. [ that's what he was wearing when... yeah. fuck him up ]

[invigorates]

[ He probably could have kept that to himself. Lioriley doesn't look outwardly perturbed at least, though she cannot help the faint twinge of annoyance that hits her for a split second. It happens, people forget, move on you have other things to worry about.

She takes a sip of her drink and looks like she anticipates something nasty. Most booze she's tasted hasn't been particularly appealing. ] ...Ah. [ A slight noise of surprise. ] It is quite good, actually. I should not have questioned your judgement.

Have you kept busy since we last spoke, Howard? [ Maybe she enunciates more than she needs to when she says his name. she didnt forget you piece of shit. ]