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 Posted: Wed Feb 28, 2018 7:01 am
Noah Jones
Noah had leaned in so that Paul wouldn't have to talk too loudly, because his irritation was clear. Evident. His jaw ticked, nostrils flaring, and for a moment it looked like his pupils dilated before he shook his head.
"Must've been that kid." His gaze cut across the ball room and he saw no sight of what he thought might have looked like the kid that knocked into them. "It's fine," he said sternly, hands sliding down until he found belt loops to thread through and tug Paul closer to him. "S'not gonna ruin the evening," he promised, head bending to kiss the man's jaw.
Were it his wallet that had been jacked it would have, because Noah was incredibly moody and temperamental as it were, but he could soothe Paul's temper easily enough.
"We'll figure it out in the morning, when we get home." From his back pocket he pulled out a keycard. "I got us something," he grinned, having known what his husband had attempted to plan. "Let's skip the public dancing."
He took Paul's hand and led him out.
[Exit]
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2018 3:37 pm
Trey CameronThe questions flooded forth, but they washed over him with barely a ripple to his facade. His face arranged in polite interest, he smiled and laughed at her enthusiasm as she jumped from one subject to another. Trey was relieved he didn't have to expound on his mother's process and methods, though he had those answers carefully curated already, but questions about Chase weren't really much better.
"Only for a few months." He said, glossing over his relationship with the young businessman. He seized more gratefully on her incident, putting on a concerned expression and tut-ing appropriately along to her story. A rowdy guest? He should touch base with security and make sure they were actually doing their job... having the event tainted by someone, or more than one someones, who couldn't hold their liquor would be a waste of months of planning and preparation. And he had worked far too hard for that, sacrificing far too much.
"I hope you weren't too inconvenienced by that... I sincerely appologize! We've got a full staff to keep the event fun for everyone, I'll have to talk to them about being a little more attentive to guests who've had a bit too much fun." He said, less edge to his voice than he actually felt. "If there is anything I could do to help improve your night, I hope you will let me know. I haven't had much chance to really mingle with our guests yet, but I was on my way over to the displays to see if anyone had any questions about my mother's fashions. Everyone seems to be enjoying themselves, which is the ultimate goal. I have other events to do more serious networking in, this is all really just to raise money for charity, and have a good time."
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2018 9:57 am
Adaline Prescott & Chase Black
The young woman's hands were waving, a physical attempt at brushing aside concerns. "It's what it is. I mean like, what was the deal with the guy but it's whatever. I'm good, we're good and I got to meet you!" She seemed doubly excited that she'd gotten to meet the child of the fashionista.
"Oh that reminds me, like, what is the charity all the proceeds--"
"There you are," a low voice interrupted, Chase appearing out of the crowd to stand behind the younger man. His palm pressed against the small of Trey's back and his smile was a thin one towards the woman. "I've been looking for you."
It was unclear if he actually had been or if he was conveniently interrupting before the question was proposed.
"Excuse me miss." Adaline's smile wavered, shiver running down her spine as she remembered catching his eye earlier and the intensity of his gaze made her feel like she needed to shrink into herself. "I'm afraid I have to borrow him, but I hope you enjoy the rest of your evening."
Chase didn't even give either party a proper chance to respond before he was escorting Trey away.
Clamping her mouth shut, Adaline wrinkled her nose but too disappeared into the crowds in search of answers for all of her bubbling questions.
[Exit
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2018 3:22 pm
Trey stiffened as he felt the pressure of a hand and the fine hairs rose along the back of his neck, the tingling awareness bleeding down his spine and through the haziness of alcohol.
He half turned, just enough to catch Chase's face from the corner of his eye, and then he was smiling back at the young woman, offering out a hand by way of apology.
"Duty calls, I'm afraid." He said before he gave way to the pressure just above his hips. There was no reason to fight it, though this wasn't exactly the exit he'd wanted to make. "Please enjoy the rest of the party!"
Trey offered a wave before he turned away and his smile faded. Now all he had to deal with was the man at his shoulder, and he wasn't sure he preferred this to a bubbly, clueless party go-er.
[ EXIT ]
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