a night at the vault

[requiresssacrifice]

Who: Rex & Cindy. Open.
What: Taking care of business.
Where: The Vault.
When: SOME DAY.
Notes: Feel free to start a new thread if you want to run into Rex at the Vault :B Also, here is a polyvore.
Warnings: Not really. YET.

Why does she want to meet here, of all places? The Vault brings Rex back to his arrival in Baedal, where he stumbled, confused, into the Vault, paying an exorbitant cover price for what he thought was just a high end lounge and nothing else. That was where he'd met Cindy-- well, face to face, anyway-- and learned that the Vault had... quite a lot to offer to one with diverse tastes such as his. At the time, however, he'd been hurting from his separation from Iago, and he didn't want to partake of what the Vault had to offer. He'd avoided it since that first night.

Until now. Still hurting, but tired of holding back for people who always, always disappear, Rex isn't as afraid of the Vault as he was all those months ago. He's still a little awkward, certainly, but he's trying not to show it as he sits at the bar and waits for "Cynthia." She wants to meet with him about Wichita-- fair enough. As long as he keeps his ex partitioned off in the "Business" sector of his mind, away from the "Personal," then... this will all go smoothly.

Or as smoothly as things can go, given the circumstances.

He's just doing a favor for a friend, after all.

Rex tries to look impressive as he considers his drink, takes a sip. His suit fits him much better than the last-- now that he has money to spare, he can afford higher-quality clothes. Tonight, he actually looks like he belongs here with the other customers.

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[fuckyouboots]

Why the Vault? Well, why not the Vault? It's an interesting place full of drinks, action, and eye candy. Cindy's also halfway hoping to run into Irene just to troll her. How enjoyable that is, even more than the ever flowing booze.

Cindy's already showed up long before Rex did. She's been camped out on the side, nursing a glass of wine, waiting to make her appearance. It's not like she wants to make it look like she's happy to see him. People might think they're friends then.

"What the hell are you wearing?" she asks when she finally decides to slide up next to Rex a full fifteen minutes later than they arranged to meet. "Still shopping in Daddy's dressup chest?" She herself is dressed up, but dressed down in her mind, in red and black. Her favorite colors.