#thread:agatha

Where: One of Antonin's flats It was perhaps a bit of an underhanded trick, but he was hard pressed to think of a way to pick her brain and get her to agree to meeting in a less than neutral location. He made sure that the place was clean and opened the door as she arrived. "Before anything. I should explain. I'm not technically betrothed, but I did want to consult you. It seemed embarrassing to ask that kind of question without the pretense of a betrothal. I'm sorry to have deceived you, but a necessary evil I'm afraid, or perhaps an unnecessary one. I assure you I'll let you handle the actual event if it ever manifests. At this point I'm still unsure."

Lincoln approached the woman still nursing one of his martinis, but with the accent and any other affectations dropped, she wasn't one to put up with too much nonsense or get caught up in the Halloween spirit without Frankie or Teddy around at least. "The esteemed Deputy Mayor, how does the evening find you? I should have known that you wouldn't come in costume, but glad you came all the same. It's been too long Agatha, I know you probably didn't expect to see me here of all places let alone dressed up."