Tachyon finished getting dressed; a black fitted shirt and good pair of blue jeans. He quicked checked his hair, in front of his bedroom mirror, grabbed his wallet and headed out the front door to meet Psyrixia. She only lived a couple blocks away.
Psyrixia finally settled on a black leather skirt and a tight pink blouse. She had a sleek, slender figure, so it fit her well...and she knew it. Humming to herself, she brushed and sprayed her fine black hair, waiting for Tachyon's arrival.
OOC: Since Ishana has keys and she's the oldest, I suspect she's driving.
Psyrixia finally settled on a black leather skirt and a tight pink blouse. She had a sleek, slender figure, so it fit her well...and she knew it. Humming to herself, she brushed and sprayed her fine black hair, waiting for Tachyon's arrival.
OOC: Since Ishana has keys and she's the oldest, I suspect she's driving.
