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Post by Deleted on Feb 7, 2014 18:49:50 GMT -5
The theme was black and white; two colors which made Summer's vibrant red hair shine amongst the crowd. The cameras had fortunately faded into the background and the event was beginning to dwindle. The only story left seemed to be watching a majority of Gotham’s elite challenge their liver with ample amounts of wine and spirits. After making her rounds, conducting several interviews and posing for several pictures; it was finally time for Summer to simply relax and enjoy the party. However, it wasn’t that simple for the ambitious redhead. While she adored these high end events and played the part of the pretty news reporter well, there were a plethora of other stories that she had brewing back in her office that she would much rather be pursuing. Summer was much more fascinated with the colorful crime life of Gotham rather than the regal events, charities and fundraisers that she was typically assigned to cover. After briefly snapping at her overweight camera man to stop following her and call himself a taxi, he merely grumbled away and left the young redhead standing alone in the midst of Gotham’s most famous of inhabitants. While she knew most of them and was able to carry on a decent conversation, it seemed as though her stunning gown was gaining her more male attention than anything else. The former small town girl didn’t mind the attention, however she was convinced that if she accepted every single date she was offered there would be no time left in her hectic schedule for her one true love: reporting. A younger gentleman handed her a full glass of champagne, her eyes locked on his unusually white teeth. She could practically smell that alcohol on his breath and recognized him instantly as the governor’s son. Doing everything in her power to be polite, she practically scowled when he boldly slipped his hand around her waist, asking her what she was doing later that night. Her reporter instincts kicked in instantly; she could always pretend to fall for his lack of charm and possibly learn something about the man that would result in a good story! However, her designated date was still roaming around the hotel somewhere, most likely making a fool of himself. Seeing as he was associated with herself, Summer couldn’t let that continue as she left linking arms with the Governor’s son; that was much too scandalous and there were far too many witnesses about. Trying her best to hide her annoyance, she took a timid sip of the champagne he had offered her and smiled sweetly. “Um, I am so sorry…I would love to stay and chat, but I must find my date…you will have to excuse me.”
Handing him back the elegant glass, she started toward the other side of the room toward the lounge, curious as to where her date had run off too. Summer had feared the worst and expected that he was making a fool of himself somewhere, simply waiting for her to hail them boy and have her take him home. While he was good looking, he only served as her arm candy for the night. Summer actually had high hopes that the aspiring model would go home with another woman tonight and be out of her hair for good. However, the redhead could hear his obnoxious laugh roaring from the lounge, causing her eyes to widen. In an attempt to hide, she turned around instantly in a desperate attempt to avoid her obnoxious (and quite possibly intoxicated) ex. Prepared to strike up a conversation with anyone; she eyed the ballroom hungrily for a target.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2014 17:19:08 GMT -5
The night had gone well. Enough to eat, ample spirits to drink, and company that could dance. That understood the nuance of give and take on the dance-floor. He had silently thanked both his parents for teaching him at a young age, and forced him to follow-up on his lessons. The women had almost lined up for a spin on the fine hardwood.
Even as the night was dwindling, he had caught himself one last glass of wine(A decent vintage, even), and bid farewell to some of the contacts he had made, trading cards, laughter, and promises to meet again. It was only when he had turned to spot the wide-eyed redhead, desperately seeking solace, it seemed. She looked familiar. It took him several seconds to place that she was a TV anchor, on Gotham something or other. He had gleaned quite a bit of info from her news show. Even if most of it had been...comical. Personalities such as clowns, riddle-men, and other peculiar monikered and disfigured sorts. And a man styling himself after a flying mammal. Perhaps it was some sort of dour foray into a new genre of realty show.
Closing the distance, he deposited his wine glass on a server's tray before approaching. "Ms. Gleeson. I watch your show diligently. Care to join me in a dance?" His French-accented English wasn't bad, but added a flair of exotic to his words as he offered her a hand. He had taken care to groom himself properly for this event; black tux, shoes, and a black shirt to stray from the standard white. He towered over her in his height, but was a striking man to look upon. His hair was dark, yet held glints of gold and red. Eyes were a clear blue. Teeth straight, nails manicured, short.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2014 1:55:24 GMT -5
Summer typically didn’t drink and as she delicately tipped the contents of the champagne class into her mouth she was already beginning to feel light headed. A waiter desperate for something to do rushed over her to offer her another one and before she could decline he had removed the empty glass from her grasp and replaced it with a full one of the light, bubbly liquid. Forcing a smile, Summer took a sympathetic sip before lowering it from her lips permanently and simply watched the after events of the evening take place before her, hoping that she had managed to escape her potential suitors for now. She wasn’t typically so anti-social, in fact, she was quite the opposite. However, being surrounded by a very intoxicated version with some of Gotham’s elite wasn’t typically the group that she typically associated with.
Eyeing the glass wearily, she took another timid sip of its content, comparing it to a sparkling grape juice that she preferred as a child. As she lowered the glass from her face, she noticed that she was being approached by a handsome man, with bright blue eyes. She recognized him by his French accent instantly, though she would have recognized him even before he had opened his mouth. While she was considered a socialite of sorts, it was still her job as the media to cover the event; basically meaning that it was her duty to know the name, profession and basic acts of every individual in that room. Her assistant was forced to make the redhead flash cards for her to prepare for each charity event and fundraiser and even go through the task of quizzing Summer while she was getting her hair and make-up done. Despite his looks that much rivaled those of any Prince Charming she could ever imagine, the redhead managed a smile.
“Oh, thank you so much, that’s flattering really. And welcome to Gotham, it’s great to finally meet you. I have heard such great things about your winery. You must let me do a piece on it for my show sometime.” She eyed his hand that was extended out to her. A group of older woman wearing half their own weight in diamonds scowled in Summer’s direction, clearly jealous that she was presented with such an opportunity and they were not. He had been quite the life of the party, with his charming personality and his dancing ability. The twenty-four year old smiled politely and took another small sip of her light drink. “Oh, I’m sorry…but I am going to have to decline. I’m not much of a dancer. However, I think those women over their might be interested. Thank you anyways though.”
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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2014 13:38:29 GMT -5
Really. This woman, of all the fine ladies here, knew who he was? Amusing. A brow perked at her welcome, the first one he had received that had not been succeeded by his explanation. And now, she was declining his invitation. Surreal.
"You know my family's work?" He started, voice a low rumble in his throat. "Then why, of all things, would you choose to debase your palette with this," the flute of champagne was plucked from her fingertips deftly, tasted, and held away as he lolled the liquid on his tongue. "Swill. Come. I know where they have a bottle or two of a fine red by my cellar."
Seeing she did not want to dance, and quite aware of the ladies leering at his back, he rolled his eyes at them. "I will do your show, if you will allow me the joy of your company. Not for the entire night, but for a few moments." He was not going to beg her, but neither was he going to allow her to flee, bored into the night. "Ms. Gleeson. I will even ask politely, s'il vous plaît, Mademoiselle." His transition to french was as easy as taking a breath, the question lingering in his eyes as his hand found hers.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2014 16:22:49 GMT -5
He seemed surprised that she knew who he was, but Summer simply flashed him a white smile. Of course she knew who he was; she could list the identities and profession of nearly every occupant in the room that they currently stood in. It was her job – quite literally actually to know vague details and at the very least the names off all of Gotham’s elite who were attending. After all, how foolish would she look if one might approach her and she was on air? The perky little redhead would need something to discuss with them, and how was she to do that if she was oblivious to their identity?
“Somewhat – that is, I know of your great success. I’m not much of a drinker.” That was obvious. While she had assumed the liquid she was sipping was champagne it was so sweet that she honestly couldn’t have told the difference between that and a grown-up glass of sparkling white grape juice if it hadn’t been for the dizziness. Despite how light-headed she was, she managed to continue to compose herself nicely, even as the elegant glass was seized from her. She blinked, somewhat confused as he tasted the sweet beverage. “Oh- I’m not sure…I am feeling a little dizzy from the past few glasses.” However, the promise to be on her show did make her pause to rethink her answer. “Well, I am sure maybe a little taste wouldn’t hurt. You've convinced me. My time for an interview? My- there must be a catch!” She managed with a playful smile, allowing him to lead.
Surely this wasn’t going to be so bad. After all, he was a well-known and charming recent member of Gotham’s community; perhaps it wouldn’t hurt to socialize a bit while she had the opportunity at hand. She knew her boss would be furious if she ruined an opportunity like this and she wasn’t sure she would be very pleased with herself either. Timidly, she withdrew her hand from his with the most innocent expression she could muster. Her wide-eyes met his crystal blue ones and she smirked mischievously. “I’m guessing you use that charming accent of yours often to pick up ladies, don’t you? It’s very convincing.” She smiled, “I’ll follow you, monsieur.”
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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2014 16:41:27 GMT -5
"You are well read in humanities, one could say," he teased, his thumb going to brush at her chin. She was sassy, they said here in Gotham. Smart, if not a bit inebriated at the moment. But not versed in wine, or even Champagne, if she couldn't differentiate a sparkling blanc from whatever this was they had been serving here.
"No catch. Just my interest in another being. And where I am from, I posess no accent, and work too much, as everything I speak at home is in French, my native tongue. But as I have come to know here, in Gotham, the novel is what is new."
Winking at her joke, he offers an arm for her to steady herself with as they glide to a quieter area, with ample, cushy seating.
"Ask what you will of me. I am curious to see how you go about your own occupation. My own is creating, extrating, fermenting, waiting. Yours, seems to be part creating, and extracting, less waiting." He paused a beat, then two. "And you are quite exquisite, Ms. Gleeson. Your parents must be proud." A finger went to twirl a lock of her vibrant red hair. "Your name suits you. And your spirit."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2014 1:40:30 GMT -5
Summer beamed, slightly caught off guard when he reached to touch her. Typically, she might swat someone other than her make-up artist who attempted to touch her away, though she gave him the benefit of the doubt. Aware that his culture was much different from her own, she only assumed that that was a norm there, or maybe she was just in total denial that he was flirting with her. It was most likely the latter.
“Of course,” She replied with an innocent bit of laughter. Though his speaking may have been disguised in France, it stood out like a sore thumb here, though it did work for him. He was exotic, making him desirable to other members of Gotham’s elite, though Summer wasn’t particularly convinced. Relationships made the media business complicated. If she were to have to do a piece on her significant other’s source of employment, the relationship wouldn’t stop her. In fact, her career was pretty much a relationship ruiner.
Though he insisted on offering her his arm, Summer still hesitated before accepting, forcing a polite smile. Summer sat down, smoothing the skirt of her dress as the ample amount of cushions engulfed her. “Yes, I don’t typically have to wait long before something comes across. This city is practically swarming with things to be exposed. I actually do have a couple of questions for you…what brings you to Gotham of all places in the first place?”
His compliments were flattering; especially from a man that whose looks much rivaled her own. He reminded her of a movie star; with a charming smile to melt any woman practically melt where she was standing. “Oh, well thank you. You are quite the charmer. Aren’t you? Now how many girls have you told that too this evening.” She winked once more and giggled to let him know she was only teasing. “Thank you, you are rather handsome looking yourself.“
As he reached toward her face once more, she sat up a little straighter. It wasn’t the first time her pretty face got her an interview, though she wasn’t sure how long she could go resisting his charms. Tightly holding the tall-stemmed glass, she looked up to meet his glacier blue eyes without missing a beat. “Have you heard of the Lyon Vert? It’s a casino in France,” she began delicately.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2014 6:13:10 GMT -5
Her response gave him the go ahead to nod politely in turn, escorting her to their new seat. It was interesting here in this new city, as each person he came into contact with brought about a new side to, well, everything. Most had been smiles. Gratitudes. Comments on his accent, if he was single, questions seeking to assume the upper hand with him. And he was always free with courtesies. It was how he was raised. If you were open, it invited others to be.
As he made sure she was settled, and comfortably, he then would respond to her curt, to the point queries. "No doubt. Gotham is quite full of it's eccentricities, I am learning. Gotham presented herself as one of the most open to my interest. A hub of elite, and others seeking out rare, or even pedestrian tastes. My family has owned, and ran a vineyard for years. Only in the past few have I taken over a different area, and helped expand the great product my father, and his father before him poured their sweat, and years of hard work into."
A waiter paused before the couple, to which he addressed that a bottle of specific wine be brought to them. Two fresh glasses, and olives. The man left their presence quickly. Turning back to the picture of loveliness, he raised a brow. "Is that a sufficient answer, Ms. Gleeson?" A smile turned up his mouth, a full array of white teeth exposed.
"Charm is only a by-product of my upbringing. If you do have complaints, I could call my mother, or my father, for you to explain. No doubt they would be willing to mitigate your worries. But as to your other question, four. And two were of the more advanced 'girl' you speak of, and only because they thought to seek me out for their daughters, and granddaughters." He laughed at her words, before leaning back in his own seat, his ankle going to rest on his thigh.
"Thank my mother for that. And my father. I was only born. They raised me, taught me, molded me to be who I am. If only now I could be blessed with a woman to share it all with. Perhaps Gotham will point me to my betrothed."
As he came close to her, enjoying her locks, and sitting back, she plied him with a question that was cutting. Enough that his once jovial features went glacial-but only for the briefest second, a slip that would be lost if one blinked.
"Why yes, Ms. Gleeson, I am aware of the Lyon Vert ." He unfolded his knee, and leaned forward, fingers steepling. "Any particular reason why you would inquire as to that establishment in France, instead of, per se, the Luvution? Or the Balmaine Tois?" She certainly was a wry one. Beneath her beauty was a certain cunning he could appreciate.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2014 20:34:14 GMT -5
She listened politely, “I am sure your family is very happy with your choice. From what I have heard, your vineyard has been a great success and very well received here in Gotham.” She didn’t want to admit that it was her first time trying it, though it was very rare that she consumed alcohol. Feeling a little awkward that she had not mentioned how well she liked it, Summer was weary when it came to taking another sip in fear that she might get a little too light-headed for her own good. The last thing she needed was too ended up in Marc’s lavish home oblivious of her actions the night before.
When a waiter approached them, her smile wavered. This was not going to end well. She forced a smile up at the server as he handed her a new glass and began to pour the contents of the bottle into it. “Oh, that’s enough, thank you though.” She began, eyeing the liquid that had not even filled a mere fourth of the glass. The server instead sent her a warming smile and poured it to the recommended serving size, making the redhead increasingly nervous. “Very,” she began.
“If it wouldn’t rake up my cellphone bill I might consider it,” she teased. She took a mental note of everything he said, wishing that she had not left her phone in the news van. Everything he said to her would have to simply be remembered for the segment on her show, though even the smallest bit of information about Gotham’s most recent and cultured bachelor was sure to get the single women of Gotham’s attention. His statement about marriage brought an unavoidable blush to her cheeks. It seemed as though every discussion with her parents ended with her mother harassing her in regards to when she was actually going to settle down. As far as Summer was convinced, that time was far from the current day. “I am sure you will meet someone. Gotham is full of plenty of eligible bachelorettes who match your success. I am sure it is only a matter of time.”
Smoothing her skirt, Summer noticed as she seemed to strike a nerve. Though it was far from her intentions to offend him, she took a sip of her wine to lapse the time. Surprised at the taste, she looked at him with her eyes wide. “This is amazing! You will have to forgive me – I don’t indulge in anything alcoholic often, but this is probably the best wine I have ever tasted…I don’t know how to describe it.” Hoping she might schmooze him over with the compliments, she returned to her point. “Oh, I mean, just a harmless question really. During my research I discovered you were quite...familiar with the place. You were married once, correct?”
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Post by Deleted on Feb 13, 2014 10:19:16 GMT -5
She had done her work. While she had been able to find how he had been sourcing his wines, and finding places to serve them had required footwork he had not thought the socialite of doing. Impressive. Raising a brow to that, he hoists his wineglass in admiration before swirling, and sipping.
"We are meticulous in our methods. It is something to be proud of, several generations back."
He has to grin at her wry joke this time, fishing his own phone from his pocket and offering it to her. "You could call them on my phone. Bills are no worry to my pockets." He was not being crass, but honoring a truth. He had taken risks, and been rewarded. There were reasons that he wore fine linen shirts, expensive suits, tailored, always, fine Italian leather, and was afforded to pursue his hobbies.
As her eyes flicker, he catches her gaze. "I am being unfair, Ms. Gleeson. If you wish to have me in a proper setting for your interview, you only need to call me. Anytime. For you." Reaching into his breast-pocket within his jacket he withdraws a slim silver case, a fine business-card withdrawn and proffered to her between forefinger and middle. Always be prepared. Always.
"I am hoping to meet someone here. I always try to keep my heart, and eyes open. But I am finding that some women are, you could say biased to a divorce. I was married at once point, yes." These words are spoken wistfully, a different nerve struck than with the inquiry into Parisian gambling halls.
"It is a softer, fruity wine. Most comparable to a zin. But if you wish, I could send you a bottle-for those times that you may need to indulge, or for an exceptional event or time to celebrate." Taking another sip, he nods.
"You are effortless with your inquiries. I was quite familiar with the place. I was quite a miscreant when I was in my younger years. Having too much money, so young, will taint a man, and draw him to dangerous ideals." A glint melts those icy blue eyes of his into something bubbling-warm and mischievous.
"You ask so much of me. What of yourself? Married, taken, single? What inspired you to delve into the lives of others for a career?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 13, 2014 19:34:13 GMT -5
Summer provided him with a warm smile, swirling the contents of her glass before taking another small sip. It had a very light yet sweet taste; the redhead couldn’t deny that she was a fan of its flavor. Marc clearly knew what he was doing and an admirable passion for her work. She couldn’t help but appreciated how he stood behind his home roots, Summer could tell why all the women in the room where basically falling at his feet and lining up for a dance. He was the Prince Charming of the ball and yet, he had chosen the media girl with a two bed room flat to waste his attention on.
“How many generations? The taste is remarkable! It’s obvious that you know what you are doing.” She couldn’t help but giggle at his suggestion. While it was unusual that her interviewees had offered to let her speak to their parents, it also showed that he felt that he had little to hide; Summer knew differently. “I can imagine! Your family’s wine industry has left you very well off I am sure, congratulations on your success.” She replied politely. Summer never wanted to be rich, in fact, money didn’t mean much to her. Instead, Summer craved fame and success.
Accepting the business card, she gazed upon it for a moment and smiled. “Thank you, I am sure you will provide me with an amazing segment for my show. I appreciated very much; I will certainly keep in touch.” When he informed her he had been married, it didn’t really sway her opinion either way. It had simply been a rumor that she was determined to clear up with a simple question. Summer hadn’t come to this event to look for love; she had come for her career, though she amused him by listening. “Your words show you are a very passionate man. I can’t imagine any woman turning you down simply because of a past marriage, especially with your dancing ability.” She replied to be nice, feeling as though her questions might be starting to offend him. Maybe she should just take a break and simply try enjoying herself for once.
“Oh, that’s very kind. But, like I said I don’t drink much. Even now I am feeling a little light-headed. I probably shouldn’t even drink the rest of this.” Moving her head a little too quickly, she discovered how dizzy she really was, fearing what might happen once she stood up. Though she was curious in regards to his history of gambling, he managed to play it off with a very open-ended answer. She opened her mouth to indulge in the topic a bit more when he cleverly chose to change the subject.
Caught off guard, it was rare when anyone asked her about herself. Summer spent very little time speaking of anything other than her career. “I am single; I have been much too busy recently for a relationship. I guess I chose to be a reporter because I just love being on camera. People wake up to me every morning and go to bed after watching me every night. I love that I get to inform the general public as to what is going on in Gotham. People look to me for an insight – It lets me feel like I am doing my part. It all just fits really.”
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Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2014 7:55:47 GMT -5
Leaning over to rest his forearms on his thighs, his fingers steepled at attention. "Four. My greatgrandfather inherited the land. He started the vineyard, and the subsequent generations have learned, grown, and cultivated. And thank my father for such accolaides, and my mother for her patience." A grin took over his features as she continued to rave. "I have helped, but having a bit in my back pocket doesn't hurt, you know." It was always a treat to watch someone imbibe his family's life work. It showed in the eyes, in the way they moved. It was nothing specific in the final product; it was the process that determined the intricacies.
Even better was once the alcohol filtered into the system; the blood stream. It took effect quickly, and very few noted the quality content. It was a rather potent drink; the slight wobble of her head was not unobserved by himself. "Ah. If you seek to change your mind, Ms. Gleeson, please contact me. It would be an honor for you to enjoy such a wine on those lips of yours." It was not a crude observation; she was a burst of fresh air, quick witted, beautiful, and coy. Had she been in France a few years back, she would have possibly caught his eye, instead of the woman he now monikered his ex-wife.
"Passion manifests in other ways as well, Ms. Gleeson. Sometimes a flame burns too hot, and some cannot stand such heat. Thank you for your observations. It is a pity you do not wish to join me on the dance floor." And it really was. She was a small handful, something that could take the lead, and with ease. But as soon as she mentioned being light-headed, it seemed a waiter materialized at his side, and an order was placed. Minutes later there was a glass of juice in his hand, and offered to her.
"This should offset that symptom. If need be, I can make sure you are seen home safely. It would weight greatly on my conscience if I were to hear of you harmed, knowing I was one that plied you with liquor." Dedicated, he watched as she would sip some of the juice, listening to her dedication to her craft.
"That is understandable. But as you have already created such a name for yourself, do not put aside someone who could care for you. It would be a pity for you to ease into your later years with no one at your side. But as you say, it's few that can capture a glimpse of Summer in the morning, and night, year-round despite the seasons." He grinned, quite proud of himself for his horrid pun.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 17, 2014 0:30:21 GMT -5
The pretty redhead was sure to take a mental note of everything he was saying to her; though she was sure it was going to be a little difficult to remember with her mind clouded from the excessive wine intake. Though she had only a handful of glasses, one server in particular had gone out of the way to insure that she had a full glass throughout the night, greatly testing her limits. She blushed slightly as he referred to her lips. Her certainly was a charmer and had a way with words that seemed to roll off of his silver tongue with ease. Summer was beginning to feel a little dizzy, temporarily losing her balance as she went to cross one of her long legs over the other. “Goodness!” She said with a giggle. “As delightful as this tastes, I should probably stop.” Taking one more timid sip, she lowered it permanently, well maybe.
“Thank you, I will certainly keep that in mind, though it would take me months to finish off a bottle by myself, and I don’t think I would be doing the substance justice.” While dancing did sound a fun now that the redhead was beginning to feel the effects of the alcohol taking place, she didn’t want to make herself look like a fool on the dance floor and accidently trip over her graceful partners feet. The pretty reporter refused to make a fool of herself and gladly swapped the glass of wine with one filled with juice instead. “I don’t think I can dance. The only time I really have is at school dances and well, clubs…but I don’t think that dancing approach is going to fit in with such an elegant setting. You will have to teach me your ways some time.” Summer smiled warmly, now relieved that he had chosen to accompany her.
When he offered to see she got home safely, at first she considered denying him. However, if she didn’t accompany him, she would have to deal with her arrogant boss in the back of the Gotham Live van. Pursing her lips, she eventually managed a smile and nodded. “I’d like that very much. If it isn’t too much trouble. We can split a cab or something; I don’t think either of us is really in the position to drive.” She said with a girlish giggle. The room spun around her, but Summer still managed to compose herself.
Summer had never thought about ending up alone. After all, there had to be a peak at Gotham Live eventually where she would take advantage of that and decide to pursue things other than her career. After all, Summer was a young, healthy beautiful young woman. She had plenty of time to actually settle down and possibly create a family, but did she want to do that in Gotham where she knew so much of the chaotic crime that roamed the streets. She didn’t want to think about the future right now, especially seeing as she had prolonged doing so for so long. “I don’t think there is anyone out there who is going to want to deal with Summer in the morning. But, who knows. Maybe I will find someone eventually.”
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Splitting a cab? He mentally shook his head at that. She was certainly a doll to think they would be doing that. Thankful she took he juice, he sipped at her discarded glass, catching the eye of one of the waiters. The bottle would be going home with her, whether or not she liked it. It would be an honor for him to see it home with her. "It is the duty of the lead to make the woman look good. I will show you something quick before we leave. After you finish that." His words were firm, and true.
"And then, we will go in my car. It would be my pleasure to see you safely home, Ms. Gleeson." While she seemed to be lost in thought, he watched her with a keen appreciation. She was in the prime of her youth, much when he had met his wife. There was a certain casual joyfulness the two shared. Perhaps they could have been friends in a different life. Brushing that through off his mind, he watched as she finished the juice, and laughed.
"We all have our caveats, Ms. Gleeson. I am prone to selfish, posessive behavior. I could not begrudge anyone waking to you." Standing, he offered her a hand to stand. They would indulge in a bit of dancing, then home.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2014 16:29:00 GMT -5
He was very persistent when it came to dancing, though she couldn’t blame him; he had great moves. She had spotted him several times owning the dance floor with a number of different women throughout the night. Summer however, considered herself to be much less graceful than a majority of women. While she could confidently walk down the uneven sidewalks in a pair of six inch heels, the pretty young redhead was rather nervous to be accompanied by such an experienced dancer. Still, as much as she wanted to refuse, Summer didn’t want to be rude. Taking another sip of her juice, she managed a warm smile. “If you insist, as long as you make me look good.” She teased as she finished the rest of her juice.
Summer’s cheeks instantly turned red. His car, of course. She felt foolish for suggesting a cab to one of the wealthiest men in the room. “Oh, of course. How silly of me. I would like that very much actually, thank you.” She managed a smile when he mentioned his faults, though there was no denying that she didn’t have a great deal of her own to accompany his. Still, her wild and free spirit made her a bit anxious when he mentioned he was a tad bit possessive. Perhaps he meant in a material fashion, at least, she decided not to indulge on it now. After all, she was a nosy, persistent little snoop.
Allowing him to help her to her feet, the room spun around her, but she did really well to compose herself with a girlish giggle. Tossing her red curls over her left shoulder, she looked to the scarse ballroom. “It doesn’t look like there are many people here, goodness look at the time!” Shocked it was so late; her glance retreated from the elegant clock and back to his deep eyes which appeared more than willing to meet hers. “I mean, I don’t mind if you don’t?”
outfit: here! notes: It's not my best! will make it up to you next time <3
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