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ariadne,
gawain

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Characters: Ariadne and Gawain
Date/Time: Starting Friday, August 5.
Location: Lincoln, NE
Rating: TBD
Warnings: Potential weapons-grade cuteness
Summary: Ariadne comes to Lincoln for a weekend visit.

After a long flight, the plane finally touched down in the city. The view below hadn't been much to look at once they had gotten over the mountains, but the city itself seemed bustling enough from what she could tell.

Walking into the airport, Ariadne looked for Gawain among the people milling there, both on the upper levels and looking over to the balcony.

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Ariadne glanced at it.
"Oh, don't worry. That thing is solid pewter. Probably didn't even dent it," she said dismissively.

"Oh, okay," he said, releasing his hold of her to pick up the labyrinth.

He put his arms back around her. "Now, where were we?"

Ariadne grinned.
"I believe you were kissing me," she said.

"Oh, that's right," he said with a grin. "Thanks for jogging my memory."

He resumed kissing her, this time with slightly more passion.

Ariadne wrapped her arms around his neck as she kissed him back.

She laughed as Darius meowed at them.
"I think he feels left out," she said, stroking the cat's ears. "So, was this the plan for the rest of the day?"

He laughed and started stroking his cat's ears as well.

"If you like, it can be, milady. I leave it up to you."

"At one point, you mentioned something about a gallery walk they do on Fridays..." she suggested, "Or is it too late in the day for that?"

Gawain lit up. "No, it's not too late at all. The gallery walk starts in the evening, so it should be starting pretty soon. Shall we?"

"Absolutely. Sounds great," she agreed. "Where does it take place, exactly?"

"At various venues throughout the city," he said. "However, the place I want to take you is back to downtown, where I know several of the artists and gallery managers."

"Ok. Are we walking there, then?" Ariadne asked.

"I'll drive us over there, milady," he answered, opening the door again. "Shall we?"

"Sure. Sorry if I make you lose your parking spot, though," she said.

"Not a problem," he said. "I almost always can find one later in the evening." He opened the passenger's side door for her.

"All right, then," she said, sliding into the car.

"So, tell me about where we're going."

He pulled out of the parking space and headed toward the downtown area. "There is a collection of small art galleries on the second floor above some businesses. It is rather like a giant 'L' on the northeast corner of the intersection."

"Oh, I see," she said, "Now... is the art just for looking at, or can it be bought and such too?"

"A lot of the art is for sale," he replied. "The artists use the event as an open house to get their work and their galleries noticed. There are also a few boutiques, a hair salon, and a spa treatment place upstairs that open to the public during First Fridays."

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