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fandomtownies2009-07-20 08:14 pm
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Il Pollo, Monday Evening
Tybalt was fortunate, he decided, in that he had turned back to his normal shape from a can of Fancy Feast in time to shower the cat food smell from his person, prepare himself for an evening out, and, of course, to pick up his date for the evening.
He'd allowed her to choose where they would be dining tonight, of course. He was, after all, a gentleman of Verona, a proud man of the house of Capulet, of noble upbringing and considerable wealth, and damn sure that he was going to get lucky tonight.
And so it was entirely possible that he'd been visually devouring his date this evening. It was time to sup, after all, and Tybalt had a particularly hungry eye.
He sure as hell wasn't looking at the menu, at any rate.
"A fine choice in dining establishments, milady," he decided. Ever the gentleman. Ever the hungry, hungry gentleman.
[Tybalt is here for the ginger, of course, but it is a public restaurant, if you have Italian food needs otherwise.]
He'd allowed her to choose where they would be dining tonight, of course. He was, after all, a gentleman of Verona, a proud man of the house of Capulet, of noble upbringing and considerable wealth, and damn sure that he was going to get lucky tonight.
And so it was entirely possible that he'd been visually devouring his date this evening. It was time to sup, after all, and Tybalt had a particularly hungry eye.
He sure as hell wasn't looking at the menu, at any rate.
"A fine choice in dining establishments, milady," he decided. Ever the gentleman. Ever the hungry, hungry gentleman.
[Tybalt is here for the ginger, of course, but it is a public restaurant, if you have Italian food needs otherwise.]