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[cryptofascist]

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Captain Gabriel Lorca.

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[cryptofascist]

And make sure you're taken care of, after.

[trigeminalheadache]

Yes. Aftercare would be important.

[cryptofascist]

Reasonable concerns, all.

Gabriel Lorca. It's a pleasure to meet you.

[trigeminalheadache]

[ caitlin felt fairly certain the message didn’t reach its intended recipient, but it was nothing to fuss over. ]

Caitlin Snow. It’s a pleasure as well. Though possibly awkward as well?

[cryptofascist]

Not at all.

Are you a Submissive, Caitlin?

[trigeminalheadache]

I am. Both by designation and personal inclination.

[cryptofascist]

Then the city's laws shouldn't present an obstacle to getting what you want.

Or any aid I can provide as a Dominant.

[trigeminalheadache]

You’d want to help me?

[cryptofascist]

I like the way you think.

[trigeminalheadache]

Which part of it really appeals to you?

[cryptofascist]

Overwatch. I'm used to keeping people in line.

[trigeminalheadache]

Experience in being an authority figure?

[cryptofascist]

Starship captain.

[trigeminalheadache]

So that’s a big yes. Lots of responsibility and authority.

[cryptofascist]

A big yes.

Is that something that really appeals to you?

[trigeminalheadache]

I have to admit, it really does.

[cryptofascist]

I'd be interested to hear what else you like.

[trigeminalheadache]

Over text, or would you like to meet?

[cryptofascist]

Let's meet.

Do you have a favorite haunt?

[trigeminalheadache]

Subversion in the Up. Crimson in the Down.

[cryptofascist]

Subversion. 8 o'clock?

[trigeminalheadache]

I’ll be there at the bar on the first floor.

to action!

[cryptofascist]

I'll see you then.

[ A good soldier doesn't dawdle. Lorca enters at two minutes to eight, navigating the establishment with familiarity. He's clean-shaven in casual dress, the darker side of denim and leather. A touch of cologne, warm and bitter. Upon making eye contact with Caitlin, he offers her a nod and a tempered smile. ]

What are you drinking? [ he asks before ordering a single malt scotch for himself. ]

[trigeminalheadache]

[ when lorca enters, caitlin has already been at the bar for 13 minutes, a quarter before eight. early is on-time, and on-time is late, after all. she’s dressed smartly casual, a dark blue sheath dress with just a hint of sleeve, and her hair hangs straight over one shoulder. she returns his smile, though hers is warmer. ]

Um… I’ll have a vodka tonic. [ it’s said half to him, half to the bartender. ] This felt a little less raucous than suggesting The Scratch.

[cryptofascist]

They do know how to throw a party. [ It's a shame that misfire didn't end up in his inbox before New Years. She's a gorgeous woman, with a discreet confidence about her. They could have had some fun, if she likes taking orders as much as she claims.

The simplicity of their drinks has them arriving in short order. Taking hold of his, he asks, ] Upstairs?

[ Lorca likes his privacy. He called ahead to reserve a space where they could hear themselves talk, and others are less likely to. Not so presumptuous as to have them set aside an entire room, but if one should be available by the time they've determined whether or not he and Caitlin enjoy each other's company, well, it's not off the table. ]