((See http://nwod.org/forum/showthread.php?t=962&referrerid=79 for a picture of his clothes for the evening.
Alastair finishes buttoning up his shirt and slips his long brown coat on. He looks over at his rosary, lying on his desk where he had left it after praying. It was nice to have all of his things back, after spending his first few nights at Mariel's place in a bare-walled empty room.
He walked across the hall to Mariel's room, and knocked gently. It was early, and he didn't want to startle her if she wasn't awake yet. Miss Mariel? Would you like to go see a play? I bought you a ticket.