Open Social Serenno Snowfall

[Prissca Kersin]

An immediate yet momentary shift of the noblewoman's expression was all the reply the Firrerreo would need to answer his question, though she certainly wouldn't be content to leave it at that. Not when her father had embarrassed her to someone of such esteem. “Yes, my Lord. Unfortunately, it is quite common, and I apologize profusely for his impertinence.” The old bastard didn't have any clue what he was getting himself into, nor did he understand what could easily have happened to him if he'd insulted the Darth with such an ill-mannered question.

Luckily, it seemed the Sith Council member's attention was being pulled easily away from her and the discussion of her father, so he more than likely wasn't angered by it. Good. That was a relief in itself. Curious, Prissca would follow his gaze, taking in the sight of the armored man stripping down to his bodysuit and pursing her lips in silent jealousy of the woman he was dancing with. How mysterious some of Lord Wessex's guests seemed to be. And so bold.

At Darth Stolas' assurance that she hadn't interrupted anything by introducing herself, the blonde would bow her head in appreciation, her eyes flitting closed for the briefest of moments in time with the tilt of her head. Then he spoke of the Kel Dor who had come and gone, and she reached out to pluck a fresh flute of champagne off a passing server's tray as she considered the acolyte. “He is curious, I will give him that. He has a desire to please and a fire in his belly, which is good for his training and advancement, but he lacks grace,” she replied honestly, taking a sip from her glass. She would nod in the aforementioned acolyte's direction as she watched him make his way to the newest arrival to the party – another man wearing a set of armor. Was this a new fashion craze she hadn't heard about? Should she get a fancy set of armor to wear to parties? “I see he is making a new friend as we speak.”

It seemed the young Malou was off on an adventure of her own without a word as well, making her way into the center of the room to stand alone with her thoughts and a glass of champagne. A curious move for the girl, considering her good breeding. She turned to smile apologetically at the Darth. “I believe we may have scared off Lord Wessex's acolyte.”

@Mr. Teatime
@lizziie
@Rhogar
@Sreeya

 

[Renfry]

Renfry wasn't sure where the line between "fashionably late" and just "late" was, but she was somewhere in that intersection point. By the time she arrived, the party was already in full swing and the music greeted her before the party-goers.

Though her dress had changed from the last ball, the jewelry gifted by Stolas remained the same, accompanied by the hairpin that was now destined to be an addition at all formal events.

The first thing she saw was someone screeching from inside a suit of armor (@Scoobert) and her eyebrow rose in puzzlement. Not that she moved to help the man, though others seemed to do that.

Her eyes swept next to Raze (@Sreeya). In a partial state of being armored and dancing closely with Charlotte (@Valen Pelora) though the song came to a close moments later. She had partial smile and gave a nod toward both of them. Though her attention was primarily shifted there on account of Raze, Charlotte was no stranger to her either. With intentional decision, she didn't let her mind linger on it for long.

Her gaze swept over toward Stolas (@Mr. Teatime) a moment later and she gave a similar nod toward him. She would likely make her way over to speak with him later, but he seemed quite the popular fellow thus far having gathered rather a large crowd.

Instead, she made her way over toward Tiamat (@GABA) and Artorigas (@Braden Drake). Both were individuals she knew well, though it had been quite some time since she had seen Tiamat.

Good evening Tiamat, she said smiling toward the redheaded Sith. She was more than happy to see her again.

And congratulations to you, she said looking over and addressing Artorigas. On both accounts of his promotion within the Sith and taking over his family's holdings.

 

[Deva Gendrel]

From what she learned from the Sith, indecision was death. Fear was worse. You could channel it, use it, but in the end, base instincts would run rampant. She hadn't missed the long look towards Jaikus either; she had to admit, she wouldn't have minded being stepped over for him, but then again... she would have asked him to dance, but the opportunity was there. He would not reach for her; she would have to reach for him.

Every instinct reared at the idea, but she moved anyways, bringing him with her. This was music she was familiar with; she spent countless hours dancing to something like this, once upon a time, with the easy, effortless grace a woman of her former position could entertain. Gloved hands reached for his, and even through the gloves there was the warmth of physical contact.

He was still quite a head taller than she, even in heels, but she brought his hands to her waist, her voice a low rasp.

"Despite appearances, I'm not made of glass."

Violet eyes stared unflinchingly up into the visor. She couldn't see even a visage of the face of the man beneath, but she could see her own reflection, and the reflections of others in the visor. She began to move with the beat, the Force augmenting every step with him, making her light, an easy grace matching his.

"It might be too late for introductions, but my name is Deva." Her own hands rested against his shoulders, her voice a low rasp. Oddly, dancing with him this close, it didn't trigger the usual nausea of contact. Perhaps it was the visor, or the utter lack of care, but she relaxed into the movements, in her element. She was not afraid, but curious, calm, as though this was an everyday thing. She had every right to be afraid, to fear being this close, but she found it alluring and intoxicating, the mystery mingling with the calm of her partner.

@Sreeya

 

[Jaikus Thorne]

Eyes the color of polished citrine observed with growing interest as Raze ignored his futile attempt at small talk, skipping him over to take Deva up on the offer of a dance – a dance that, to Jaikus’ surprise, she had requested. The woman had thus far been positively reluctant to move from her corner of the room, let alone shift to the dancefloor. Color him impressed to see her make such a bold move.

Some – nay, most – would have felt dejected by the Raze’s cold-shoulder response. Rejection was rarely a thing that people had the capacity to handle, and the idea of being flatly overlooked by a Sith Lord – someone so far above his station? Most would have crumpled over with embarrassment. Rather than shrinking away though, it seemed to have the opposite effect on Jaikus. That polite, even smile that usually adorned the man’s lips slowly twisted into a coy, wicked smirk – a single dark brow raising as he looked the Sith Lord up and down – amusement playing on his lips as he immediately caught on to the game that the man was playing.

As Raze tilted his head back to get one last look at Jaikus, he would see the Axxilan subtly tipping his glass to the Sith Lord. He was content to allow Deva to steal away the first dance, but the message in his expression was clear.

Challenge accepted.

Settling against a nearby pillar, he began to scan the room - taking note of the new arrivals and the groups of conversation that had coalesced in the time that passed. His eyes momentarily fell upon the other Sith Lord in the room, Stolas. Had the man not been positively preoccupied, Jaikus would have considered trying his luck on the dancefloor with the Firrerreo.Eventually, his eyes fell upon the woman who had been left nearby. "I don't believe I've had the pleasure, Miss.. LeAnna, was it? I am Jaikus. I must say, that is an absolutely lovely gown."

@Killa Ree @Sreeya @Valen Pelora

 

[Korbishal]

Kor would chuckle, that tingle returning to Bir's chest, flashes of a dark pit. His mask shifted to the young Kel Dor. "Oh but my child... Of course you did... And it was you embracing this.." he would tap his own chestplate. "..that led to you killing him, as I knew you would.. But when you don't.. you wind up.. what is that sport called.. Huttball?" The smile was audible, even now beneath his mask. "You are one of my favorite children, Bir.. but today, I am not here for you, that is a step you will need to take alone." His mask would shift towards the group surrounding the Dark Councilor, but only briefly.


His gaze would then shift forward. "Do return to you friends, they seem to be worried. And I look forward to your homecoming."

@Tulos

 

[Darth Tiamat]

As she had waited for Artorigas' response, there was a new, albeit familiar presence that filled the hall. Renfry or Darth Andruil she would be known as tonight among everyone here, approached with the unmatched grace as Queen and warrior. Tiamat had not seen the woman in almost a year, their last mission on Byblos winding up in a bit of an awkward ending with her sent off to a Republic prison. Now of course, that was done and Tiamat was relieved and delighted to see Renfry.

The Dathomiri Queen addressed her and then Artorigas, "I'm glad you were able to come tonight, I enjoy seeing new faces, but its reassuring to see the familiar." she commented as the music changed; her eyes flickered back to the dance floor and by now the music had changed and she was craving for another drink. At some point if she drank enough, she wouldn't need to care much about how this party was going or who was dancing with who, and possibly even forget about Emryc's snip from earlier.

Soon her wish would be granted as an attendant came up to the trio with a tray of champagne flutes and Tiamat helped herself, taking a rather large drink from her glass.

@Braden Drake @Phoenix

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Raze didn’t protest as the woman grasped his hands and brought them to her waist. He was mildly surprised at the gesture, having observed her reclusive nature prior. However, he was also not one to waste his energies on speculation. For now he focused simply on grasping her waist and moving with her. Without the rigid armor, his fluid and smooth movements were even more apparent. His shoulders were slack and his feet moved with the beat, hanging onto every rhythm.

By the time Deva remarked that she was not made of glass and gazed boldly upon his visor, they were already moving to the beat. Raze swayed to the music, taking a step back to the rhythm. This was when one of his hands came up to grasp the tie around her neck, using it to yank her head towards his own. The visor slowly lowered towards her.

“Rest assured,” The voice rumbled like pure velvet, allowing her the chance to see the reflection of herself with her tie pressed and bunched up under her chin, “I can break you just the same.”

With that, he released the tie and grasped her hip again, spinning her around. He danced behind her, angling his helmeted face out towards the crowd.

“Tell me, Deva,” He said as he kept dancing with her, her body pressing back into his and with his hand lazily on her hip, “What do you see before you?” The two of them were now gazing out at the rest of the party and the gathered crowds.

@Killa Ree

 

[Malou D'Amaris]

Malou was bored. For all the Sith were cracked up to be, she'd seen nothing new so far. Polite words, introductions, subtle and not-so-subtle flirting between the adults... boring. The only other acolyte here was a bit too much for her and her master was off speaking with various guests. Boring, boring, boring. Malou took another drink of her champagne, but this was more of a swig than a sip. The dry bubbly flavor was not something she particularly enjoyed, but what else was there to do other than play "don't make a face" with various alcohols? Ugh, it was so hard being a teenager.

The young noblewoman continued to bide her time by sipping champagne and just watching those around her. Despite her boredom, it was nice to be able to be nosey and have no one know that you were looking at them. She had thought the newcomer might have provided some sort of entertainment, but he did not seem to encourage Bir's aggression. Or maybe he did. She couldn't really hear what they were saying to each other. On the other side of the room, the dancing man had returned to dancing, though with a different dance partner this time. Again, hands on her hips as they swayed to the music. Gross. She quickly turned her attention away from them.

What caught her attention was Darth Andruil's arrival, though Malou did not know her name. The latecomer headed straight for Tiamat and her master, and Malou caught herself wanting to follow. I've done enough introductions for tonight. Though perhaps if she just stood quietly by her master's side again, he would do it for her. But I don't want to just follow him around. That's weird. She was at a disadvantage here, for sure. She was neither familiar with nor the same age as everyone here. It left her with no one to have a relatable chat with. The closest so far would have been her brief conversation with Tiamat, but it was about Malou's training. Training which she was excited about, but it made for boring conversation in her opinion.

For now, she supposed, she would just continue to observe the area until someone either bumped into her, or her master called her his way. Or, perhaps, she too could find a dance partner. The idea sounded wonderful to the girl. She quite liked to dance, and now that the music had switched to something a little more suitable, she might not mind it. Perhaps one of the servants would oblige? Malou stifled a laugh at the idea. She was far too intimidated to ask anyone here to dance.

 

[Deva Gendrel]

When he grasped her tie, she tilted her head up, staring straight into the visor for a moment. A thrill shivered down her spine, and lips tilted into a smile, violet eyes glinting once.

"Intriguing."

She didn't have the chance to say more when she was suddenly spun around to face the crowd. She could feel the warmth of his hand against her hip and the bodysuit at her back, giving no quarter to his own contours nor his closeness. What did she see? She wanted to turn, to ask if he meant literally or figuratively, but somehow, that seemed unwise. One of her own palms pressed against his hip, and she tilted her head, regarding the crush around them.

"Ambition."

The word was murmured, a gleam in her eyes. "A company of people who embrace their power. Some shy..." She glanced at Malou briefly. "Some afraid." She referred, obliquely, to the hesitation by Charlotte, the Kel Dor Bir and his new suited companion's tense interactions. It had all been noted by the watchful Sith. "But beneath all that, a hunger. Shall I be more specific?" She glanced back at him briefly over her shoulder, before she continued to move with the beat, hips swaying as she shifted on her heels.

@Sreeya

 

[Mr Ekko]

Jackson had received his invitation from his mentor, well moreso his spiritual mentor. He'd even sent the young man a suit to wear, an address, even arranged transport. The suit alone, was something the young man probably would never be able to afford a day in his life, at least until he broke through, but right now.. unattainable. The speeder pulled up and the young man hopped out, shit was he late. Sliding out of the back seat, he would tip the driver then remove his deck, which had been strewn across his lap.

He would take the steps, three at a time, deck in his grip, and flashing his invite to the guards, then the staff. "Excuse me sir, can I take that from you?" some servant would ask, gesturing to his deck. Though he wanted to deny it, he had a role to play tonight: Sith.

"I half expected you to. Don't damage it or I will just have to torture you slowly. For science. Need to see what the limits of pain one can take before they go mad." He'd say with a practiced glare. Surely, it was all smoke. But the servant didn't need to know that. "Set that up by the music."

"Indeed, m'lord. Truly, I would not last long, I assure you." He would offer a pathetic bow, accompanied by shaky gloved hands that would take the deck and disappear.

"Good, Rupert." Jackson would yell after the older servant. Was that his name? Not likely, but he could only think of three butler names: Rupert, Claude, and Alfred. So he had to have been one of the big three.

Stepping through the entryway to the party, Jackson's jaw dropped. "Fuck." Wealth, wealth like this, he could never imagine what it looked like. He would adjust the cufflink on his right wrist, his gaze shifting around the room. There were some good looking Sith, powerful Sith. And on the dancefloor, the only one of them he knew. Naturally, he wouldn't make an approach not yet. Deciding to descend the steps, Jackson would smooth out his suit and look for a drink. Once he was in the main area with the rest of the partygoers, something dawned on him.. there was no bar, yet everyone had a glass. His gaze would shift around the room until he found a young woman with a glass, not already engaged in covnersation and truthe be told, she looked bored as hell.

Making his way up to @her side, he would look over. "So uhh... where did you get that drink?"

There was only one thing he didn't like so far about the party so far: the music. And he was about to change that.

@lizziie @Sreeya

 

[Darth Caelestis]

Lady Tiamat was as eloquent as he had been told, Artorigas gave the women a warm smile and dipped his head in thanks with regards to her comment about the celebration. Turning back to look at the small gathering he left he raised his half empty glass of wine to the group as a sign that he had not one hundred percent forgotten about all those in attendance. It was the sign of a good host that he could engage as many of the guests as possible without leaving any of them feeling brushed off.

"It is nice to see everyone seemingly getting alone for a change." He replied with a smirk, considering what had happened at the last little party the Sith had. Before he could say or do anything else he felt a familiar presence enter the Castle's Great Hall. Darth Andruill was perhaps the Sith he had spent the most time with outside his unlucky continuing run ins with Bir and Xeno. The now Sith Marauder was filled with a little apprehension at the sight of The Queen of Dathomir considering their last parting.

She did not seem to hold anything in her eyes as she greeted the pair. "Mi 'Queen I thank you for attending tonight. Would you care for anything to drink?" Turning to them both. "I have a rather rare bottle of Alderaanian Wine from before the destruction currently airing for Lord Stolas, there should be enough for four glasses if you please?" Artorigas offered the pair of Sith Lords.

"I hope all is going well within your holdings Darth Andruil?" He asked, before noticing Tiamat's face with regards to the change of music. "It is not to my tastes either Lady Tiamat, I am sure I can persuade the band back if need be? Or perhaps if neither of you care for the music we can retreat to the outlook?"

@GABA @Phoenix

 

[Malou D'Amaris]

In her observation of the area, Malou had noticed Jackson enter the hall wearing the look of someone completely out their element. He made a line right for her, so Malou turned in time to meet his gaze. She studied him as he walked over, curious, but kept her expression neutral as she did so. With the silk wrap and golden headdress covering the majority of her face, it was a lot easier to do so. She was absolutely pleased to see that he was about her age.

"One of the servants." Malou reached out and gestured to one of them holding a tray and beckoned them over. The servant would present Jackson with said tray, giving him the opportunity to reach out and pluck a fluke of champagne from the platter. Once he did, the servant would continue their rounds about the hall. "Is this your first time at a party?" Malou would laugh, good-naturedly, thinking that perhaps he was just a bit oblivious.

"My name is Malou, by the way." The acolyte would give him a short bow of her head. "Malou D'Amaris. May I know yours?"

@Rhogar

 

[Mr Ekko]

Jackson would continue to look around, until he saw the the second person he knew there, his gaze being pulled back to Malou at the sound of her voice. "Servants? Right. Servants." He would offer a smile to the servant as he took the flute of champagne, his gaze drifting back to the young woman his age, laughing at her question. "Like this? Yeah. Definitely."

Then he realized what she was wearing and how elegant she looked. The introduction, the way the servant harkened her call, she must have been the lady of the estate. It only made sense to him. "Malou!" he would take her hand and place a kiss on her finger tips and the back of her hand as he bowed, it wasn't a proper bow, but it was effort. "A name befitting such a vision, Lady D'Amaris." He would quickly release her hand, as to not offend her. So far, he was doing great, at least in his head. "Skylark. Jackson, Skylark." he would say confidently. Oh yeah, just like those old spy holos.


@lizziie

 

[Renfry]

Renfry was very glad to see Tiamat again. In fact, had the setting been different, she might have even given the other Sith Lord a hug, but that might not be appropriate for the setting.

I'm glad to see you again. It's been too long, we should not wait so long next time, she said. Tiamat seemed like precisely the type for a "girl's night" and the idea didn't sound unappealing to the Nightsister.

Thank you for having me, she said to Artorigas. I certainly wouldn't say "no" to a glass, she said to his offer of the Alderaanian wine. It sounded wonderful and a nice way to loosen up for the evening.

Things have been going well, she said with regards to her holdings. Not heading out to the dance floor, Tia? she asked, smirking at Tiamat's reaction to the music.

@Braden Drake @GABA

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Raze felt Deva grasp back against him, the gesture drawing out a faint grin behind the helmet. His gaze remained ahead as they danced, his body pressed firmly against hers as they danced. He heard what she said, following her line of sight as the music’s beat picked up.

As the music shifted, both his hands came to rest against her hips, sliding up along the sides of her body. Fingers hooked into the lips of her suit and traced along her arms across the silken fabric of the shirt she wore underneath.

She was spun with the music, both Sith turning and pivoting around on the dance floor with the music. By the time the move was complete, Deva was spun around twice and facing him. Raze had her suit jacket in his hand, casually slinging it over his shoulder to rest there as he circled her on the dance floor.

The helmet tilted slightly as the visor eyed her up and down without another layer of clothing on her. It was only fair, after all, since he had shed the armor. This time he didn’t bother to reach for her, the Force coiling around her to make her skid on the floor towards him till his free hand snaked her around her waist. This was timed with the music so his foot hooked behind hers to dip her backwards towards the floor. Raze leaned in close to her face.

“Please be more specific,” He finally answered her question earlier.

@Killa Ree

 

[Darth Tiamat]

Tiamat took another large drink from the flute as she listed to the Marauder talk about a bottle of wine they had just opened and instead of setting down the glass, she emptied it entirely. "Wine sounds delightful." she said handing her glass to a passing attendant who seemed confused by the gesture, but didn't argue as they carried on with their business. Artorigas noticed her displeasure when the song changed and suggested he would return it to something more suitable for her tastes. Her eyes were locked onto the dance floor, there were very few there and it seemed that Raze and Deva occupied it with their sensual moves.

"Nah, let the heathens have their fun for now." she said with an undertone of disgust to both the Marauder and Renfry. She really did prefer the more classic dance, and besides, she wasn't done pouting from earlier, "Perhaps later." Tiamat decided glancing at Renfry before she shared her gaze with Artorigas, "Shall we head back to where you left Lord Stolas, I wouldn't want him to think you abandoned him to drink wine with the Ladies only instead." she said tipping her head back in Morgan's direction before stepping off.

"I met your apprentice, Malou. Well spoken, eager, has a bit of a chip she's holding, but I like her. Shall be interesting to see how you mold her in the next few years."

@Braden Drake @Phoenix

 

[Deva Gendrel]

She unashamedly caught Tiamat's gaze as the woman seemed to stare at the two of them dancing. She knew she ought to feel some degree of shame... actually no. She felt nothing of that kind. No shame, no disgust. Interest, intrigue, even a delicious edge of dark amusement, curiosity and heated intrigue. This wasn't the first time she spotted the Lord eyeing Raze. Wasn't it Raze that rescued her before?

She took in a breath at his hands sliding up along her ribs, back arching slightly to the touch as her own hand slid against his thigh, fingers spread. Suddenly, she was spun away from him, and the familiar warmth of her jacket slipped free of her shoulders. When she faced him again, eyeing him as he eyed her. Acknowledging the feeling that a bigger predator than she circled her, eyed her, and found her... what?

Wanting?

She tugged on the cuffs of her sleeves, rolling them up when he Pulled her back in. When he wrapped his arm around her and his leg, she shamelessly locked her leg with his, one arm sliding up to his hip, splaying her fingers there, while the other remained free.

At his question, a faint grin touched her lips. If she weren't sober, such a conversation would have brought on the deep desire to push him away. Perhaps it was still wearing the gloves, or the fact that there were others watching, but her intrigue far outweighed other considerations.

"That hunger... it's the one thing that means we pursue what we want. Most of us would have had no qualms building an empire on the bones of those we care for... but this is different." She tilted her head to Tiamat, the Dathomiri Queen Darth Andruil, and Artorigas. "We are stronger with our hunger and ambitions together. It's an alluring combination, this balance." She had no qualms admitting she was just another Marauder. Though she would enjoy dancing with the Sith Lord, if this could be called dancing, she wasn't blind to the fact she was another Marauder, an entertainment.

She would do her best to dance along to his tune. "Shall I go on?"

@Sreeya

 

[Malou D'Amaris]

Malou would laugh--maybe a little uncomfortably, maybe out of surprise--at Jackson's sudden change of pace. She was not offended in the least by the gesture, but such things in her mind were reserved for the lower class wishing to schmooze. "Ah, a bow will always be just alright," Malou would respond. "No matter, it's nice to meet you Jackson...Skylark." She paused, for she wasn't sure how he wished to be addressed. They seemed to be nearly the same age, which within the Sith she would assume put them at the same social standing. She wouldn't have him call her Lady D'Amaris, so she supposed just 'Jackson' might be alright.

"Forgive me for assuming, but you seem to be a little out of your element," Malou would add in a comment. She would place her now empty champagne fluke on a nearby table. Feeling a bit warm, she would quickly adjust the silk binding around her eyes. "Are you an acolyte as well?"

@Rhogar

 

[Darth Caelestis]

They both had accepted the wine so with a quick signal to one of the attendees running around another two glasses were prepared for the bottle. It was almost ready so the four would soon be able to enjoy the taste of the stupidly expensive wine, the head of the winery Artorigas owned 'Baccus' was manning the back of house making sure that only the best was being sent out to the guests in attendance today.

Turning to face Tiamat at her comment about Stolas. "Though he may have a frown, I cannot deny that drinking with such beauties as yourself outweighs it." He said with a little bow to the two women ahead of him, though it was flattery it was not untrue. Artorigas looked over towards Malou who now seemed to be engaging with another new entrant to the party. "Unfortunately chips come as part of the package when born into nobility. I was just lucky enough to be able to remove mine with the help of the Sith. With time I believe she will do the same."

From the corner of his eye Baccus came into view with the bottle and the four glasses, one was expertly poured and taken to Lord Stolas still speaking to Lady Kersin, whilst Baccus himself came with the bottle and three glasses across to the three. "Sir Artorigas, Mi' Ladies." He said bowing deep whilst holding out the silver platter the glasses and bottle was held on. Artorigas took the bottle and poured three equally measured portions before handing one to each of the Sith Lords before him. Holding up the glass he gave them both a small incline of the head. "To the beauty of the Sith, long may it last." Before taking a sip of the wine.

It was dark crimson colour, a velvety texture, a beautiful blend of red and black fruits, violet, spices, a tertiary aromas of truffle, underbrush, leather and fur. Delicate yet full and sensual it was perhaps one of the best wines he had tasted, which was a blessing considering the cost and the cliental it was looking to impress.

@GABA @Phoenix @Mr. Teatime

 

[Mr Ekko]

Her own uncomfortable laugh was mirrored by his own. He had zero idea how to interact in high society and she knew. And there would evident surprise on his face and in his voice. "Oh, right. Right. A bow. Noted."

He went from rocking it, to not at the flip of a hat and he'd run a hand through his hair. "Jackson or Jax is fine." He had to backpedal, save his standing. And that would deflate almost immediately at her words. "Oh.. uhh.. yeah. I am. Is it that obvious?" He would ask glancing around before taking a sip from his glass, casually, totally not panicking. The fuck are we drinking right now?

He hated rich people booze. Her next question would pull back his full attention. "I am." He'd offer a grin. "I know its hard to spot, but I've never been to one of these before." Hed add a light laugh. "No idea what to even do at one of these."

@lizziie