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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2014 19:34:28 GMT -5
“Yea….” Tom’s only words before he took a sip from his water glass. He let out a small sigh. He didn’t like this grouping, it was filled with a much more tension than he had anticipated here. He looked over to the brazingly annoying woman who was with Riddler. Her voice was grating on his ears. He looked over to Bullock, his job for the night and then he looked around at the amazing set up. “Really lovely here.” He muttered it to himself as he tried to come up with a reason to look back over to Helena.
He really didn’t need a reason to look at her, but now that there was someone in between them. Well Selina apparently planned this part of it, toturing him with the one thing she knew he wanted, just out of his reach. Well played, Catwoman. But Catman can play too. He smirked and then continued to play along with this little group. “Well, this evening promises to not me dull in any sense…” He looked over to Bullock, addressing him as he spoke. “I think it’ll be a fine night.” He grinned. tipping his glass slightly to Harvey, and then once more let his eyes dart in Helena’s direction. He hoped there would be a waltz.
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Post by Roy Harper - Arsenal on May 6, 2014 5:15:49 GMT -5
There was certainly mid conversation. Thankfully it wasn't to deep or in other words, more detail, but as the beautiful dark figure tightly bound in what Roy would like to describe as… His favourite colour. Surely it would be wrong. Very much wrong for him to not take notice, it would also be incredibly rude and Roy was usually not rude to a woman, not intentionally at the very least. Roy mildly cleared his throat without completely losing it, because whilst he to project such confidence, he was still able to feel some pressure, as Roy happily got to his feet as the darkened creature came to their table and admitted a charming smile at her words. Yeah, he showed a brush of realness. The trio were friends, as his grazed over Dick and Kory. He preferred not being the third wheel, so this was defiantly welcomed. As Roy motioned a hand to Joan's darken, soft and subtly scented.
"By all means interrupt! Welcome… Allow me to introduce myself, I'm Harper, Roy Harper… This fiery tamaranean of course is, Starfire and her date, Dick Grayson… You must be Joan Leland? It is most certainly a pleasure."
Spoken with charming smile. Voice, with the deep brush of a friendly tone, welcoming, cool and hopefully humorous. Welcoming. As Roy promptly yet did not rush introducing the heads at the table, formal, yet it wasn't too formal. Just the right about of casual to keep it humble. Before questioning in kind her own name, Roy glanced observantly and innocently to the name marked before her, that of course could have been an jumping assumption, as Roy simply smiled with a glance of his dark eyes. Motioning hopefully she allowed, a subtly kiss against her fingers. Whilst offering a gently help in her seating. Before abruptly taking back to his seat.
"So, what do you do for a living, Joan? And I must say, red really looks good on you! Divine! Its by far my favourite colour!"
Curiously, casually and yet friendly Roy asked Joan. Start a little conversation, hopefully into more conversation. Here goes and by the looks of the other two yet to come to the table. It was going to be two couple along with Roy and Joan. It odd how that seems to happen, they most certainly could make the most of it. Wasn't like Roy saw enough snuggling of the pair at home… Roy then also commented on Joan's dress, most importantly the colour, not that she needed to know just how personal he got with the colour, but it was defiantly no lie at all that she wore in a way he most certainly was sure he appreciated as much as he had thought. Upon his charming words and charming smile. Took sip of his drink, no buzz!
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Post by Lola Marks on May 6, 2014 19:57:14 GMT -5
Lola shook Vicki’s hand in greeting and then took her seat again. She was stunning, another beauty at the table like her. Her golden locks made her dress shine that much more. The Gala was so extravagant; she was so impressed with everything and everyone. She was meant to be here and meant to be here with one of the most prestigious and respected men in Gotham City. With that thought she had turned to Ozzy and gave him a smile, but then another man caught her eye.
When he lifted to introduce himself she lifted as well and gave her hand. He made her blush violently with his charm and smiled and laughed it off. It was normal for men to be flattering her with attention, and it was fine, but she deserved more than that. “Oh Mr. Yates you flatter me so..” She said shyly in a soft breath, her cheeks were still beat red. “It’s a pleasure to meet you and what a wonderful place to meet you.” She said with just a hint of interest in her voice. But then his hand quickly moved from hers as if he’d been struck by lightning. She shrugged it off as it was nothing that he’d meant for her.
He was certainly an attractive man, it wasn’t someone she wouldn’t go home with. But she held herself to a higher standard when it came to serious relationships. It was about what she deserved and what she needed to survive. Of course the other person in the relationship had feelings too, and she was always there to make sure they were met, but it was so much more. With someone like this “Rowdy” in front of her, she would only consider in bed to satisfy her, nothing more, unless she saw his wallet first. Lola could tell a lot about a man just by opening one up.
Ozzy’s comment to their brief exchange brought her back to seat next to him and give him a sweet smile. She knew he was jealous, but she wasn’t wearing a diamond bracelet for nothing. Lola crossed her legs and leaned closer to him, to give him security that she wasn’t going anywhere with anyone but him right now. There were other reasons besides that to sit closer. Lola turned her lips to his ear and whispered softly.”Vicki across the table, I could have sworn I’ve seen her from somewhere….Is she famous?” Lola asked quietly. She didn’t want to seem ignorant about the goings on of Gotham in the Gala, so she continuously turned to Ozzy for information on the populace around them.
When another woman approached the table she listened to Vicki fawn about her and tapped her foot. Their certainly was a lot of female beauty at this table and the competition would be fierce. But at least they were all pretending to care about a good cause, that was what mattered right? As long as everyone thought they cared.
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Post by Deleted on May 8, 2014 20:13:41 GMT -5
As everyone waited patiently for the food to be served, Rowdy kept looking at the colorful cast of characters that were seated at his table, and made up names for them in his mind to pass the time:
Rooster Stone’s eye patch reminded him of a pirate, and so he named her “Captain Hook”. Oswald Cobblepot, with his beak of a nose, made him think of Big Bird. Of course, Vicki Vale was soap opera queen Susan Lucci, and Zahira Ormarr was respectfully dubbed “Hisstah, the Snake Lady”. He gave Lola Marks the moniker “Miss America” because she was so damn beautiful.
Rowdy chuckled to himself at the name associations he had made. He thought they were pretty damn good. Seated at that particular table, he felt like he was on friggin’ Gilligan’s Island!
As his eyes made their rounds, each time they ended up on Lola. Even with Vicki acting as a buffer between them, Rowdy’s gaze bore into Lola. Could she not feel his eyes upon her? He wanted so desperately to invade her thoughts to see if she was attracted to him, too, but he was afraid to chance it. The last thing he wanted was another kick from Vicki!
Just then, Rowdy got an idea of how to get on Oswald’s good side, knowing full well that if he made Oswald happy, that would make Lola happy, too.
Rowdy cleared his throat. “How about some whiskey, Mr. Cobblepot?” he asked, standing to his feet, Rooster’s bottle in hand.
Suddenly, he accidentally knocked the bottle against Vicki’s water glass, causing it to tip and spill. To his dismay, the liquid spewed forth and was headed straight for Lola!
“NOOOO!” Rowdy yelled, his eyes widening at his faux pas. With a crimson twinkle of his eyes, he used his telekinesis to make the water change direction at the very last possible second and splash Oswald smack dab in the face!
Watching Vicki jump to her feet to help Oswald, Rowdy gracefully slid over into her seat and took Lola’s hand in his again. "You poor dear!” he consoled her. “How traumatic that must have been for you! Are you all right? Heaven forbid something happened to that beautiful gown of yours!”
As Rowdy made all over Lola, he ignored Oswald completely.
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Post by Deleted on May 8, 2014 20:41:08 GMT -5
Vicki Vale felt uncomfortable sitting between Rowdy and Lola. Rowdy was acting strange – stranger than normal. Apparently, he had a thing for Lola.
“Are you having steak or chicken?” Vicki asked everyone aloud just to make conversation. Then she saw Rowdy stand and heard him offer Oswald some whiskey. Before she could reach for her water glass and get it out of the way, Rowdy tipped it over. On instinct, Vicki squealed and jumped to her feet, napkin at the ready. The room went silent for a moment, and all eyes were on – Oswald?
“How did that happen?” Vicki asked, rushing over to wipe Oswald’s face. She grabbed Oswald’s chin and dabbed at his face with her napkin like he was some little kid in need of a clean-up.
When she looked over at Rowdy and saw him fawning all over Lola like a lovesick teenager, Vicki frowned at his behavior. Making sure Oswald was okay, she walked back over to her seat and tapped Rowdy on the shoulder.
“Thanks for keeping my seat warm,” she giggled. “Now move it.”
Rowdy kept his eyes on Lola’s. “No, I want to sit here.”
Vicki didn’t say a word. Instead, she just bopped Rowdy on the back of the head with her open palm!
Rowdy jumped to his feet. He knew Vicki wasn’t playing.
With that, Vicki took her seat and smiled at Lola. “Are you all right, dear?” she whispered to her. “Please excuse Rowdy. He gets excited around beautiful women. And I must say, you are very beautiful, Lola.”
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Post by Zahira Ormarr - Black Serpent on May 8, 2014 22:52:50 GMT -5
There wasn't a great deal Zahira expected when she came to the table. How in the world could she expect anything? She really could say she had such experience. Whether that truly meant anything, but she certainly was up to seeing what would happen. Otherwise she wouldn't be here. Thus she took the steps and pulled for her chair. Rowdy certainly not who she expected to be on the table, that wasn't so bad. Though she wasn't sure she was expecting for the grabbing attention from Vicki? The comments on her appearance were flattering, but Zahira hardly took them to heart. Offering a simple, gentle warm smile and reached a gentle hand to shake Vicki's hand. Thats the right thing to do right? Seemed safe. Wavering a slight eyebrow as Rowdy introduced her to Vicki. Not surprised he kept it simple, but somewhat sweet. "I'm glad you liked it." Zahira commented briefly in response to Rowdy liking the t-shirt. Suppose him still keeping it, was the whole truth. Zahira could almost wish she'd actually did more than just give it to him, but alas that's pretty much all she really did. Least she assumed… "I'm sure he did… Can't say he told me anything about you, but it is lovely to meet you… Thank-you…!" Zahira remarked simply with a glance at Rowdy, somehow she doubted Rowdy told much about Zahira in detail, to Vicki. There was a lot he just didn't know. Even if he did, even if any of them did, they wouldn't understand. They never will. Zahira couldn't say she knew anything about Vicki, apart from her name, that was all she could own up for, but Zahira certainly was happy to meet her. Felt some level of welcome, though at the comment about her face. Sweet, but Zahira questioned slightly in her tone as she thanked her. Zahira certainly knew how she looked, yet it hardly seemed natural for her to respond with, and I like your face. To that Zahira took her seat.
Getting a little comfortable, but there was certainly a lot of treading lightly going off in her mind. She was comfortable within herself, but around others… That was different. "Lovely also to meet you, Mr Cobblepot, Lola and Rooster." Zahira addressed them with a simple, yet warm nod. She was almost just happy to fade a little in the background, that was often easier, but she certainly could try to be a little present. Pulling at one of the little menus on the table on the courses. At Vicki's words. As Zahira ran a dark finger down the board. Eyeing what really was about to be dished up… Was there really no fish? Oh, maybe that would one of the starters? If it was out of steak and chicken. "The chicken…!" Zahira responded in kind with a flick, glance of her darkened eyes, a boost of protein was hardly something to say no too and hopefully there would be healthy bunch of vegetables. It would definitely be nearing perfection. Her eyes took a sharp dive at the commotion. The yell from beside her, From Rowdy. The tipping over of liquid. Setting the faintest, yet clear as day vibration through Zahira's finger tips resting on the table. Suppose she should be thankfully this accident wasn't her deal, but her presence. She could almost laugh, but stopped even before she could, from where she sat she saw it a little more pointedly. She may not have caught the tweak in Rowdy's eyes, but she knew from the direction the glass had fallen, to know where the water would go. It was subtle, that perhaps it was almost nothing, but it didn't go completely unnoticed. It did however leave her with a slight sense of unease. A gentle chill ran up her arm and made her shiver. She could manipulate someone in kind of hypnotise, but actually move something? That was something else entirely. If there were any aid to help, it was brushed aside as Rowdy and Vicki rushed to the side. Zahira assumed was a couple? Gotham, was just weird sometimes. Traumatic? Zahira silently laughed at Rowdy's words. Having someone getting up close and personal with your vertebrae, now thats traumatic. What was a little water? As Zahira reached for her drink and took light sips. As Rowdy then regained his seat beside her. Men and their pins!
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Post by Deleted on May 9, 2014 13:59:07 GMT -5
Edwards’s arrival had caused an unusual silence to fall over the pretty young redhead. Even now as he sat to the left of her she was still a bit uneasy considering the scene that was sure to still be swimming in everyone’s minds. Attempting to disregard both the man and his date, she couldn’t help but blush at his comment, her porcelain skin gaining a red tinge on her high cheekbones. Though they had an incredibly rocky past, Harvey still rushed to her rescue causing Summer to suck her cheeks in slightly, looking upward at nothing in particular. For once, she wished that the attention hadn’t been on her. This was going to be a very long evening, especially considering who she was seated between. “If I do I, I assure you that you will be the first to know, Mr. Nigma.” She replied, her voice laced with a false sweetness. Running her fingers through her curls quickly, she then took a lengthy sip of her drink before delicately placing it down next to her long-stemmed glass of water. Her eyes grew wide when she recalled the dinner portion of the gala. Being a vegetarian of six years resulted in a very picky palette. While her dear friend was planning the gala, she didn’t expect her to remember such a tiny detail amongst the massive amount of planning she had already endured. At the same time, Summer didn’t want to seem rude by not eating when the time came. Surely she would have to find some way to shuffle the food around her plate so it didn’t look as though she was not enjoying the meal.
Still, she was being distracted by future matters and avoiding the other table guests that she had yet to even give a chance. The substitute teacher and red-headed gentleman before her could be her escape from a completely awkward situation. “I hope I am not prying but, I couldn’t help but notice the chemistry between the two of you! Considering this seating arrangement it is very refreshing. Are you currently in a relationship?” Summer asked innocently, hoping to desperately spark some kind of conversation where she was included rather than sitting silently trying to collect herself.
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Post by Deleted on May 9, 2014 14:14:40 GMT -5
Piper made a disgusted face as the young girl across from her seemed to be talking to her. God, she hated children – though what Piper ultimately failed to address was the fact that this young woman was only a few years younger than herself. Still, with an inaccurate feeling of self-entitlement, the young blonde personally thought that her seating arrangement was a bit juvenile. At the very least she could have sat her with her father, but even then she would have complained. At that point it simply would have been all of his closest friends denying her sexuality and attempting to pair her up with one of the sons or grandsons. She rolled her eyes at the very thought.
“You are the one that needs to be excused. Now you should probably go find your mommy and daddy before they come looking for you.” Piper replied patronizingly, shooting the redhead a similar dirty look before returning to her drink. Only a matter of seconds passed before they were joined by another face, this one a male. The Mayor’s daughter smirked to herself knowing that she would be able to find a conversation in him that could possibly revolve around one of her favorite subjects – herself.
“It’s Piper-“ she quickly corrected, quick to abandon that title as he spoke to her. “You work for my father- oh, well…that’s a silly question. “ Giggling at her own joke, she tried to refrain from wrinkling her nose as he obsessed over the sample-sized cheese. Forcing a laugh as if she was amused, Piper knew that she couldn’t go through the dinner with everyone at her table disliking her.
“Uh-yeah…they do that.” She forced a smile. “So where exactly do you work?” She asked in attempt to start of some kind of conversation that didn’t involve her obvious distain towards Charlotte
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Post by Deleted on May 10, 2014 18:08:00 GMT -5
Harvey chuckled and clapped Thomas on his shoulder a bit harder than was probably necessary. Classic drinking Harvey, he always clapped his hand down a little too hard.
"I think that is a wise assumption to make there, buddy."
Harvey raised his glass just a tad before topping the glass off with one long swig. Within moments a new drink was provided to him. He looked at the other tables. He shook his head.
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Post by Deleted on May 10, 2014 18:26:16 GMT -5
When Rowdy moved back to his own chair, he decided not to look at Lola at all. She was driving him nuts, and it was a short drive! He tried to get his mind off her and thought on good and happy things – cloudless blue skies, puffy clouds, playful puppies, curious kittens, and cute babies.
Yeah. Babies. Making babies.
He started thinking about Lola again. Shit!
Well, if he couldn’t enjoy Lola, he’d spend his time with Captain Hook and Hisstah – er, Rooster and Zahira. Whatever. It was all the same to him.
“I hope you two ladies don’t feel ignored,” Rowdy said, turning his body so his back was to Lola and Vicki. He placed his arm across the back of Zahira’s chair and leaned in close, arranging her silverware so it was all proper and straight on the tablecloth. Then he smiled at Rooster as he grabbed his glass and sipped some whiskey.
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Post by Deleted on May 10, 2014 18:28:42 GMT -5
"Why don't you leave the pouring to me, Mr. Yates."
Rooster all but snatched the bottle from his hand and leaned over pouring Oswald a couple of fingers of the whiskey within.
"Oz, I think you got that right, sug." She offered Oswald a very knowing look, a smirk on her lips while she poured. She set the bottle back down, out of Rowdy's reach. She gave him a suspicious look momentarily before looking back to the rest of the table. She was going to get in trouble at some point tonight if this kept up. She gave a polite nod to all the other ladies at their table.
She was smart enough to pick up on Rowdy getting all googley eyed over Lola. She groaned inwardly.
Really? Really? She's on another man's arm. Damn, dude.
She offered Lola her own cloth napkin.
"Just press hard, don't rub, press."
She offered a smile and bow of her head to Vicki and Zahira, not rising to her feet for them. She made note of which men rose to their feet for the ladies as they arrived, things to remember.
"Miss Vale, and Miss Ormarr, pleasure to meet you both."
She picked her drink back up and took a sip. She turned her attention to the full table.
"So, I don't know 'bout ch'all but I think I like a good joke to go with my drinks. Anyone got one? I got a million of 'em."
With a daring glint in her eye and the shine of wit upon her lips the the lady bird was ready to crack beaks.
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Post by Deleted on May 11, 2014 1:42:33 GMT -5
Vic Sage walked in, his outfit was slightly disheveled, however, he seemed to be pulling himself together as he came in. He was, of course, later than intended. But some matters needed to be seen to. He looked at his RSVP once more, then made his way to his table, where he spied his co-host and Helena. Well, those were the first two faces he took in, anyhow.
Vic brushed some of his fiery red hair back through his hair. "Sorry I'm late." He said, giving a friendly smile, taking his own seat. "I guess I got confused and went to the other over-sized Gala full of important celebrities." He made a joke as an excuse. It was the closest thing anyone would get to the truth.
"Have I missed anything important?"
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Post by Oswald Cobblepot - The Penguin on May 11, 2014 10:19:31 GMT -5
Oswald tipped his hat to Zahira and rose briefly from his chair as she joined the table and Rowdy introduced her "A pleasure to meet you my dear. Oswald Cobblepot. I must admit it has been quite some time since I went to the museum, I'm sure it will have all changed from the times I remember" To his knowledge they still weren't entirely fond of him visiting but to be fair he had frequently stolen items from the place back in the day.
His attention turned briefly to Lola's whispered question and he gave her priority, answering with an equally lowered voice "One of the more successful reporters for the Gotham Gazette. I imagine there will be an article tomorrow" He didn't even have the time to talk more, relax or enjoy the idea that Rowdy might have found another target, he got as far as starting to chuckle a response to one of the others before suddenly he was covered in water.
In a way it's fortunate that he's too over come with rage to notice Rowdy's little stunt to redirect the water. His jaw tenses, his fists clench and he takes a moment to control his temper and that urge to hit the man right then and there. He almost calms down and brushes past it but when the man begins to fawn over Lola the urge rises a little more and he suddenly stands and the battle for control begins anew.
Though so sorely tempted Oswald doesn't hit Rowdy. He doesn't want the attention of security. His glare might be enough to melt ice but he carefully reconstructs his public image and hides it behind irritation. While normally he's not opposed to women fussing over him, he'll take all the attention he can get, right now he's not in the mood and snatches Vicki's napkin so he can dry himself off.
Rooster pouring him a whiskey finally gets him to slowly sit back down as he dried his monocle "I think that would be for the best" he responded to her comment about leaving the pouring to her though his eyes didn't leave Rowdy "Just who are you again?" He finally asks the other man. Such a simple question but he voiced it as if Rowdy was so insignificant that he'd already forgotten who he is.
He doesn't even really wait for a response, because it doesn't matter. Instead he looks back to Lola for a moment, checking she is actually fine. Though he imagines if anything got on her dress she wouldn't be that quiet about it. Finally he takes up his whiskey because lord knows if he was going to be seated with incompetence that he can't even yell at he could use a drink. A smoke too but he's resisting that temptation for now. Glancing back to Rooster he currently has no jokes, perhaps once he has finished removing a small lake from his bow-tie he'll be in a more jovial mood.
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Post by Deleted on May 14, 2014 14:47:42 GMT -5
Helena was a bit surprised by the accusation that she was in a relationship. She stared blankly ahead of her, he blue hued orbs hinting at the deer in headlight reaction she was having. She didn’t really have an answer for than that. She hadn’t seen Tom since their meeting in Italy. He had been hired as some muscle for one of Helena’s first nights out in costume. She had opted to stay low key and had mingled with the crowd, in a gown like this, but he had stepped in. He blindsided her with charm and the best pair of green eyes she’d ever seen. The night went downhill from there she ended up putting a bolt in his leg but she could honestly say there had been a spark of something there.
And then seeing him here tonight, under these circumstances…Selina was cruel woman. She felt a small smile on her face as the dazed look came from her eyes and she looked over to Summer then back to Tom’s incredible green eyes. She resisted the urge to give away anything with her body language, but she knew, just by the way he looked over at her. She shook her head at the suggestion. “No…” She let out a chuckle at the suggestion, but it couldn’t be far from it. She knew him, she had been attracted to him, and looking at him now brought back a flood of feelings of what might have beens through her mind. “…We’ve been friends for a while.” She could only answer with the truth. Kind of.
She reached over and took a sip from her flute, the first one, and if this night kept surprising her like this, it wouldn’t be the last. She willed the color to flood away from her cheeks, and averted her eyes away from Tom, who seemed to be getting on with Bullock. Well that was something she wouldn’t have expected. Through a few strands of her dark hair she caught a figure walking towards their table. She was a keen observer, and her stomach knotted up in twists and turns as she realized who it was. She waved over to a server to come over. “Macallan, thirty-five year, neat. If you have a Kennedy package….I’ll need that too.” She would need scotch to get her through the rest of the night. She wasn’t easily flustered but this part of the night was starting to prove her nerves of steel were made from aluminum. She kept her gaze across from her, to Bullock. He probably had the best idea. Screw protecting the city, get schnockered on someone else’s dime and enjoy the night. But…
Helena looked up, and smiled politely to the newcomer then back to Tom, then her eyes were on Summer as she had a quick plan to get out of her most awkward reunion ever. “Oh, Ms. Gleeson…if you want to switch seats with me, you can…that way you two can talk without me in the way.” And Helena received her glass of scotch and sipped at it gingerly as she let herself calm down from the mild panic attack.
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Post by Deleted on May 14, 2014 18:31:40 GMT -5
Piper pouted and Elise, though catching it, glanced up at the speaker system that announced that the first part of the proceedings were over. Time to move then. She decided the new seat could afford to wait until she’d finished her drink, but she raised her glass slightly to Piper with a smile in agreement. It was a pleasure. Her lips turned up in a smirk at the wink. “Hopefully.” She took another sip of the drink with its flavors and watched everyone slowly make their way to their tables. She definitely wanted to be fashionably late.
It was only after a majority of the people had passed and the crowd had thinned that Elise chose to move finally. Then she was intercepted by Hale who had also been scouting the crowd, mingling far more than herself with information. Well, more like information on all the eligible bachelors. Elise had sent him away with a smile and when she made it to her table she was the only one that had yet to arrive. Oh well, that didn’t bother.
What did catch her attention was her seating arrangement and who her name was placed by. She chuckled and took her chair in hand. “So it seems you got your hope,” she said and then looked around the table. “Charlotte,” he smiled to the younger woman and then she was looking at the others. “Hello,” she said cheerfully. She wasn’t one to begrudge her table, she was social butterfly and always looked to meeting new people, but she couldn’t help but wonder if she’d been placed to look after Charlotte for Selina because this sort of table wouldn’t be the one she was usually assigned. Still she took her seat and decided to quietly listen before she herself joined the conversation. It appeared whatever it had been about Piper was less pleased to be here, Charlotte wasn’t too happy herself, Barbara looked a little more than tipsy. Her gaze then fell on Renee and Bivens. Not sure about an assessment on them yet, but she knew they were GCPD.
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