Blind Date

[l3wt]

Arland stepped off his Eagle in the Freeport One docking area, taking in the view. This place had grown quite prosperous since its small beginnings, and it showed. Constantly buzzing with people, there were very few things you couldn't find in this place. Services and businesses of all kinds, for example; among them a good restaurant that James had visited at a few points during his pre-military days.

Its clientele was no different. Wealthy businessmen, shifty-looking pirate-types, mercenaries and everything in-between - all of whom sticking to the unwritten, but insistently enforced rule of "mind your own business." The Zoner administration would very much like to make sure everything ran smoothly on their station, after all.

James didn't look too much out of place in a casual suit in these surroundings - it was black, which went quite nicely with his equally dark hair, and he figured it made his eyes, which were a bright, cold blue, stand out. It'd been a long time since he'd done anything remotely like this, so he might as well try and get it right, he supposed.

The attire didn't do much in the way of making him look very relaxed or casual at the moment, though. He couldn't quite shake off the habit of constantly scanning his surroundings or how the way he moved was a little awkward and rigid - like he wasn't quite used to being out of uniform yet. Also, he ached for his sidearm, but he figured it would be in really poor taste to bring that when he was here to meet a woman in a potentially romantic fashion, rather than to kill them. He remembered the incident on Trafalgar from a few days ago all too clearly. That hadn't been pretty.

He shook his head once to clear out that particular thought, went over the hangar area exit and waited by it. Odds were his date would have to come through here, after all - he hoped he'd be able to spot her easily enough.

(//Invited participants only. You know who you are.)