Another night, another one of my fathers uppity parties. Filled with boozed up old geezers, that when you weren't careful would work in a quick ass grab. Maybe I shouldn't wear such provocative clothing, some say. Well maybe nasty dudes should keep their hands to themselves!
My entrance is swift, as I dip under serving trays carried by waiting staff and scout for potential entertainment. Occasionally fresh meat would find its way to these shin digs and I am more than inclined to create my own party elsewhere. Daddy had a roof top pool after all, and I am sure he and his business mongrels wouldn't miss a few people.
I happen to be passing through a seating area, very near the delicacies that are being devoured by the guests. My hazel eyes land on a creature who possibly can't be here for this party. He is much to young. Too handsome and far too toned to enjoy himself here. I wonder who he is and how he has come to be here. Not realizes(from my position directly behind him) who he really is. I plan my approach. My fine linen lilac dress nearly see through and platinum hair twisted back into an stylish up-do. I am hard to miss but at this angle, I will be unseen. I decide to keep it casual. Accidental even, as my fit physique comes along the arm of the couch. Gently pressing the plate of crab rangoon to begin to fall off the armrest and into his lap. His reflects are much too quick, as I assumed from his build, and he catches the plate just in time. I am already reaching for the item as well as I realize that I have nudged it. The faux surprise look is followed by an apology, "Oh my gosh. I am so sorry..." My hand reaches out and brushes against his muscular arms. Hazel eyes look to his face and immediately I know who this is, "Ivar? Ivar Stillwater? What are you doing here!" There is a rise in my voice at the location in which he has found himself. But as quickly as I ask the question I am really uninterested in the answer. He is here and(looking around the room) here is totally lame!
I straighten my dress and press my hand to his arm again most boldly. "Come with me!" I look around quickly to see if anyone is eyeing us before motioning him to follow. Across the stuffy party and through the back door(just near the balcony) was the entrance to the rooftop elevator...
Karat:
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If she spots anyone else at the "old ppl party" she can grab them on their way to the rooftop but I also assume there are more ppl already partying up at the pool
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