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Dec. 6th, 2012 01:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
notgoingtorunThe decadence of a free New York is overwhelming to Neal, impossible for him to ignore. In record speed, he's decorated his new home in style, a characteristic mixture of vintage fashions and modern flair. Everything has been legally acquired -- as legally as one can in a version of New York which refuses to allow you to pay for anything -- despite his pathological need to test out the security at the Guggenheim, at MoMa, the Whitney. His closet is full of vintage suits and modern, bespoke ones. He has a wine rack and a bed that is practically impossible to get out of, and every book imaginable at his fingertips.
He also has a whole city to show to a beautiful woman. Neal lives and breathes New York, and while Kate might be a Second City girl at heart, he still wants to show her his world, the New York that he loved so much that he would have done anything to stay.
Neal shows up at Kate's door in a suit -- black with faint pinstripes, tailored to perfection -- and flowers. Flowers aren't her, he knows -- she puts up walls, she doesn't want to be wooed, and they both want to pretend that what they're both doing is just fun rather than meaningful -- but beautiful women are Neal's kryptonite, so to speak, and he just can't help himself.
Flowers clutched in one hand at his chest, he raises the other to knock on her door. He is going to take her out for a night on the town, with dinner and dancing and walks through the park, whether she likes it or not.
He also has a whole city to show to a beautiful woman. Neal lives and breathes New York, and while Kate might be a Second City girl at heart, he still wants to show her his world, the New York that he loved so much that he would have done anything to stay.
Neal shows up at Kate's door in a suit -- black with faint pinstripes, tailored to perfection -- and flowers. Flowers aren't her, he knows -- she puts up walls, she doesn't want to be wooed, and they both want to pretend that what they're both doing is just fun rather than meaningful -- but beautiful women are Neal's kryptonite, so to speak, and he just can't help himself.
Flowers clutched in one hand at his chest, he raises the other to knock on her door. He is going to take her out for a night on the town, with dinner and dancing and walks through the park, whether she likes it or not.
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Date: 2012-12-13 10:45 pm (UTC)Kate does spend a solid thirty seconds, hands pressed behind her to the door of her bedroom, leaning into it and trying to slow her pulse. What are they doing? This isn't them.
She breathes out, getting a handle on herself, and the whole process of putting on something she can 'shop' in and leave behind without missing it, putting on make up that'll work with whatever they 'buy', and a pair of silver stilettos that should go with anything she'd agree to wear takes maybe seven minutes. When she comes out again, she's wearing black leather pants, a strapless black bra, sheer black shirt and one of the dozen different black leather jackets - this one long, like a trench - she's picked up since NYC happened, black liner sharp around her eyes, mascara, berry lip stain with a gloss she pockets and her hair...down for now, but she'll let him decide.
She'll put on a dress for him. Yeah. She never said she wouldn't do her damnedest to make his jaw drop without it.