"Speaking of starting the show, your ticket is on the table in the kitchen. Do. Not. Forget it. Samual will gladly give your spot to the highest bidder, and tonight's show is more expensive than usual." Effy said, flashing Gin a stern look. He would never forget the ticket, that much she knew. Her heels softly clicked against the wooden floor as she crossed the room once again, this time to her glass table filled with an assortment of expensive and exotic perfumes; she picked up her favorite and sprayed herself. It's soft, sweet, floral scent filled the small loft. "Now, hurry and get dressed before I change my mind." She winked. 

Ephesian turned her back to her lover as she inspected herself in the mirror, for Samual expected nothing less than perfection. Currently, she was perfection. A knock at the door pulled her from her vanity. "Come in, it's not locked" she called.

Casey opened the door and rushed in and slammed the door behind him. The apartment shook. He smelled as if he had forgotten to shower for a day or so, his clothes and hair disheveled in a manner that would hint that he had just woken up. "Gin, man, I need your velvet ticket." Casey eye twitched as he spoke, a nervous tick brought about by stress or fear or any negative emotion really.