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Jada Chamberlyn (Outfit, Hair)

Darling? It was a good thing for him that she knocked into the young man, because she might have had some deep thoughts on that as a pet name. But for right now, she was too busy being absolutely mortified to make any comments on his choice of name.

Not only had she bumped into someone, but someone else had bumped into him as well, and Jada could feel the flush in her cheeks. Luckily, the young man seemed to barely notice, and Jada took advantage of his interest in the other girl to get out of there, making a soft murmur of apology and stepping away from the young man and his new companion. And away from the champagne before she decided to drown herself in it.

Bright eyes flicked around the crowd, seeking out people she knew, pausing on a few interesting people- was that tall young man over there with a woman in pink who she thought it might be? And was that- there was some interesting society out this evening, it seemed, as well as many people out to enjoy a bit of a party. "And what do you do for a living? A doctor? A patron of the hospital?"

After another moment, she remembered to reply to his concerned inquiry. "I'm well; I apologize, I should have answered earlier. Do you dance, Mr. Moore? I brought a friend with me to the party, who I am certain would adore your level of genuine sincerity. She did confide that she's quite interested in dancing with as many people as humanly possible." She neglected to tell him her friend was 6. And her sister. And currently engaged in a dance with another gentleman. All of these things being a potentially fun setup to watch his face fall, and perhaps even extract a pout.

Chase Black

Chase turned his cheek so that he could observe his date more clearly when she squeezed his arm. "Don't worry about them," he told her, whiskey gaze flicking over to the men she glanced at. "You're with me." The statement was meant to imply reassurance, but also more than that. The man wasn't the type to let people talk poorly of those he considered important.

The way he held himself was purposeful, spine straight and shoulders squared. Chase Black, for all of his time away from people, looked like he belonged in the middle of a high society gala almost effortlessly. It helped, of course, that he had the beautiful Priscilla Stratford at his side, looking lovelier than usual with the way she'd done herself up.

"Of course," he replied absently, automatically as he turned his head and brushed his lips against her temple just before their mystery guest made his way over. A dance was something easy to give and would keep her with him.

Trey received a practiced smile, one that didn't quite meet his eyes but was pleasant enough. Chase had attended enough events between his father's demands and his mother's requests to know exactly how to behave, falling into old habits easily. He accepted the flute graciously, tipping his head to the other man in thanks though he had no intent of drinking it.

He didn't drink often, but when he did it was always whiskey.

"Your mother is a designer, isn't she?" He asked, vaguely recalling the man's name from something his mother once chattered away. She probably owned some of Trey's mother's clothing. "I assume you know my name then, but I'll give it to you anyway. Chase Black," he looked at Prissy, offering her a better smile. "This vixen is Priscilla Stratford, my girlfriend."

Still, he managed to roll his eyes at her and her playful jab.

His mouth opened to re-address Trey when someone caught his eye in the crowd and he lifted the flute in greeting to the woman he recognized from his younger days. Gaze drifting back to the other man a dark brow arched. "Now did you come to question me of your own free will, or did someone put you up to it?" While he appeared to be joking, there was a line of seriousness in his voice.

Aurora Willows - Dress

It seemed like a lot of things were happening at once as she bumped into the brunet. Someone else jostled him and she stepped back, hands flying to draw her flowing skirts up so that she didn't step on them again. While she often complained about the heels on her boots, she was grateful for them in that moment if only because they'd forced her to learn to walk properly in heels. Jade eyes flicked over to the other woman who seemed to apologize and quickly flee, some man in pursuit.

Rory had half a mind to follow the familiar looking woman - had she babysitted for her before? - but the handsome stranger was paying attention to her and the girl felt herself flush under his gaze as he bowed and spoke. "Oh, I'm fine, really - " Rory tried to say, ready to excuse herself because surely the man had better things - or people - to attend to than her but he was offering her a flute, one she shouldn't be accepting or drinking, that she accepted with a surprised, but pleased smile.

"Thank you." Both hands held the glass, one wrapped around the neck and the other's fingers pressed lightly along the glass as she glanced at the bubbly liquid.

Aurora was overwhelmed, marveled by the fact that she had attracted the attention of someone who looked like he could easily woo anyone in attendance,
but she wasn't about to count her stars. "I hope I didn't cause you to spill on your lovely suit, sir." Sir felt clunky and too formal as it left her mouth, but she was trying. Aurora Jane Willows was adaptable and she wasn't going to run off and hide this time.

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Sol Olga Sayle [ outfit ]

Olga had been passed the invite by Caspian, and she hmm'd and haww'd about it for a while, because gala meant like...prestige. Olga didn't have any prestige, but she was dying to go to a fancy shin dig like this (galas were totally a trope thing and a setting for many stories, too!). Burning curiosity eventually won out, and she managed to get her hands on a dress that she thought was somewhat presentable without breaking her college budget. Plus, she had a nice pair of cowboy boots she'd been also dying to wear for forever.

Except now that she was here, feeling like chunk of talc among sparkling polished diamonds, she was severely regretting her life choices.

A scan of the crowd had her finding her targets friends, and she made a quick beeline, politely darting around other attendees to scoot up next to Caspian and Michael and a rather ADORABLE young woman. "Hey Caspian! Hey Sail Senpai!" She raised her hand in greeting, shooting them all a fox eyed grin. "Golly gee, you two sure look super dapper! You clean up pretty nice, Caspian." She rubbed her chin, pretending to take his appearance in again in thought, and then turned towards the young woman they seemed to be engaged with.

"Hiya! My name is Olga! What's your's? Your dress is super cute, by the way! So is your hair, and---" Well, evey thing, really.

Bob - outfit

There was one citizen of Destiny City who did not receive an invitation to the night's affair.

This particular citizen also did not pay his taxes, nor did he hold a job. As far as his citizen duties went, Tater Bob did absolutely nothing to bring to the figurative table, but he still felt slighted that out of all the invitations distributed by the General himself, he did not receive one.

So, having acquired himself a furry friend as a wing man, Bob had decided that crashing such a fancy to-do was in order for the night's agenda. Finding a back way in hadn't been hard, the buffet table even less difficult.

His long furry tail swished back and forth as he glanced back at his protégé, who also had dressed up for the affair. The buffet was only feet away, both literally and figuratively. They'd had to weave through several pairs of legs to close in the gap between themselves and the white skirted tables that promised caviar and shrimp galore.

"So, kiddo - remember the deal. If they try to usher us out, go for the really tall redhead. He'll be our ticket into staying at this joint, trust me."

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Gweneth Malley - Dress


Gwen didn’t know what her end goal was. All she knew she wanted was to get away from the majority of the crowds and the perimeter of the room was one of the better places to accomplish that. If that failed, the bathrooms weren’t too far away from where she was headed and…

A voice cut through her one track thoughts and made the woman pause in her flight, not that it was terribly hard to do considering her dress made it hard to take anything but short hurried steps. Blue eyes glanced around her until they focused on the one man who was close enough to her to have been the speaker. He looked relaxed enough leaning against the wall with a glass perched between fingers. She wasn’t quite sure if it was boredom or an air of superiority that brought about the disposition, but she turned to face him nonetheless. Her own wine glass, full of the same red wine, held in her right hand.

“Nowhere in particular.” She responded. It was the truth after all. “Just getting away from the heavier crowds.” And a prying teen, but hey, Gwen wasn’t going to go into that much detail. After all, she was far from proud of the fact that she had fled from a girl not even old enough to drink.

“And how about you? Intending to spend the night holding up that wall?” She questioned cooly. “Most people seem more interested in rubbing elbows with higher-ups than just skirting round on the perimeter.” Of course, she really had no idea if he’d just arrived to the shindig, was skulking around like she had mentioned or was just taking a break from the crowds like herself. But, she was already in no real mood to play with pleasant etiquette.

[Cordelia Carden] (outfit)

"If you're offering, it would be my pleasure." Her answer came quickly-- Too quickly? Cordelia had become used to giving Fritz a chance to reconsider his words and actions when it came to situations that put them in such close quarters. It had become so important to her to be mindful of his aversion to nearness and touch that she was hyper-aware of how close they were now.

Could he hear the way her heart was pounding in her chest? Did it echo in his ears the way it was in hers? Would he just know the precise moment her pulse skipped when their eyes met again?

Breathe.

Had she stopped? Was there any chance at all that this was just a dream? Her eyes searched his face for some sort of sign that she had misheard him over the voices and the music, that he had asked anything else at all.

He hadn't.

He had laughed and it was wonderful. He had smiled, still was, and the gentle warmth of it made her heart ache in a way she hadn't thought was possible anymore. She was in over her head and instead of running away Cordelia Carden held out her hand. "Shall we?"



[Arin Aldrik] (outfit)

"You can't exactly know what you like the taste of if you don't at the very least try it." He spoke as a distraction while Luc's hands came up to adjust his tie, tilting his head up slightly in an attempt to give him room to move while also trying his best to ignore how light his touch was.

It was starting to prove more difficult than he thought, and after a moment he brought one hand up to catch Luc by the wrist. His fingertips lingered on the back of Luc's hand for a moment, brushing lightly over knuckles as he drew his hand back to make a small gesture across the room. "Speaking of photogenic people... Is that your cousin over there?"




[Katrina Halloran] (outfit)




Katrina rolled her eyes as she tucked her phone into her clutch. To hell if she could actually remember what she and Archer Wren, better known as General Wolfeite (or Archer Hale, when she felt like being an a**), had been talking about. He had a habit of taking his sweet time when it came to text messages and she was far more interested in trying to figure out how she was going to slip past the goons at the door than she was in scrolling back up to properly continue a conversation.

Bright green eyes watched as people approached, waiting for just the right moment, just the right person. Her prey was an anxious young man-- hospital staff, she would hazard a guess-- alone and fumbling his invitation. She waited until he'd dropped it before sweeping in, picking up the card while slipping her arm through his. She was bold and charming and he was dull and baffled and together they waltzed right in like they both belonged, as opposed to just one of them.

Her 'date' was easy enough to ditch. She'd given him a somewhat sympathetic smile and a light pat on the arm before slipping away into the crowd. If she mingled just enough maybe no one would notice that she didn't exactly belong. Kat had done her best to blend in, at the very least... Well, to blend without giving up who she was. Black and glitter and pink and sass, headed straight for the bar. What better way to blend than with a drink in hand?

For a moment, Bellatrix thought that she just had to be dreaming. There was absolutely no man as perfect as this. Nobody was really this charming outside of movies or fairy tale stories, nobody just…whisked you onto the dance floor and made you feel as though you were the only woman in a sea of other beautiful women. It just didn’t happen that way.

But…but that’s what had happened…and as she danced with her very own prince charming, she blinked as he made a gesture at another man and blinked, grinning over at the guy that Rob obviously knew. Perhaps this was the infamous Steele that she had heard about? She would have to see if Rob would introduce her sometime tonight. Or sometime in the future at least.

“Oh!” The compliment caught her off guard and she laughed, resting her head against his chest. “Thank you. I went out and got this outfit just for tonight. I have to admit, ever since you invited me, this has been all I could think about. Thank you. And, just so you know, you are the most handsome guy here, no matter what anyone says.”