Ezra was bored as he often was at these things. It was a high society charity dinner for important people and their families. He usually managed to skirt around these, but this one was unavoidable since it was on Coruscant and he was going to school here. His family was here to donate money and offer up paintings for purchase from the Outer Rim.
Cocktail hour was underway and he was sitting at his table with his chin in his palm, drumming his fingers on the surface of the table with the other hand. His dad was the sociable one of his parents and he had dragged Pops over to chitchat with the crowd. His sister was schmoozing with any new and powerful figure she met. This left Ezra sitting alone and bored. He had texted his friends, but most of them were home and away for the holidays. And this event was particularly exclusive to where even a lot of his classmates couldn’t attend.
The music was Life Day and soothing background beats, and it almost put him to sleep. Ezra checked his chrono again before he finally sighed and rose up from the table. He decided to make his way towards the hors d'oeuvres. He was dressed in a suit, sporting a flashy chrono on his wrist. His hair was styled and he wore an expensive cologne. The resemblance to his Pops was uncanny, though he didn’t carry himself with quite the same level of confidence and assertive presence.
Ezra inspected a selection of exotic sushi, wondering if any of them would trigger his allergies. He walked past it and eyed the assortment of cheeses and other snacks out for display.
@Killa Ree
