09-16-2018, 02:56 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-16-2018, 02:56 PM by Vanilla Custard.)
Leilan isn’t exactly going anywhere, but, he pretends to have a goal anyway. Perhaps the deejay - see who’s influencing the music because it’s definitely not what it was originally. Or go find out who it is that made this event happen, this Emcee might not even be the only organization (or perhaps it would just be a fun fact for him to store away in his mind if he found out from her why she called it Grey Cove). He’s intercepted by the voice of someone dresses in flaming red. He usually doesn’t have a thing for blondes, somehow always more attracted to a mysterious brunette, but, who cares anyway. He turns and eyes her, obviously so, then flashes a showy grin. ”Great minds think alike.” he tosses at her casually, and takes a step closer.
Just then, very close to the two of them, is some pushing around, and a random guys seems to get shoved right in front of his nose. He catches an arm with his free hand, steadying the man and eyeing the scene. A familiar woman is already intervening, and for a moment she is close enough to be recognized, his mind searching for her name as he lets go of the man and with a half-eye watches the rest of the scene unfold. He does not need to mix with them further, he notices. A lady in white, a man in a slightly aggressive stance, ah, he gets the picture quickly.
Half a mind on the lady in red, he shrugs at the group, perhaps he had noticed the weird way the hands of the woman intervening had slipped and perhaps he hadn’t. Even if he did, he didn’t really care - he had not had anything on him worth stealing except some cash in his inner pocket, although the other guy might have had a watch. There was always the risk of losing stuff while drunk and he could care less about the time, himself.
He turns back to his conversation partner, raising a brow. Did she want to mingle with them?
@[Jackel] @[Rey] @[leliana] @[Dovev]
To interact or not to interact, that’s the question
Just then, very close to the two of them, is some pushing around, and a random guys seems to get shoved right in front of his nose. He catches an arm with his free hand, steadying the man and eyeing the scene. A familiar woman is already intervening, and for a moment she is close enough to be recognized, his mind searching for her name as he lets go of the man and with a half-eye watches the rest of the scene unfold. He does not need to mix with them further, he notices. A lady in white, a man in a slightly aggressive stance, ah, he gets the picture quickly.
Half a mind on the lady in red, he shrugs at the group, perhaps he had noticed the weird way the hands of the woman intervening had slipped and perhaps he hadn’t. Even if he did, he didn’t really care - he had not had anything on him worth stealing except some cash in his inner pocket, although the other guy might have had a watch. There was always the risk of losing stuff while drunk and he could care less about the time, himself.
He turns back to his conversation partner, raising a brow. Did she want to mingle with them?
@[Jackel] @[Rey] @[leliana] @[Dovev]
To interact or not to interact, that’s the question
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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