Lex isn’t the best dancer, but she easily falls into step with Killian as he takes the lead. They haven’t danced like this in . . . well, have they ever danced like this? She doesn’t think so. It’s a pleasant experience, moving with him, being held by him. His warmth, his scent, it all makes the moment more perfect. She doesn’t want it to end, but it does.

The song fades away and so does his touch and attention. Lex follows his gaze over towards illeana reyes and FERNANDO SILPH. Does he know them? Apparently. Information is his job and people barter this precious commodity. This wouldn’t be the first time he’s stepped away to speak with someone, “Of course not,” she smiles, leaning to place a gentle kiss on his cheek, “I’ll get us some drinks,” she certainly wasn’t going to stand in the middle of the dance floor like a fool.

With that she turns away, walking to the bar to order a set of drinks for them.

Open for interaction!
Lex heads for the bar
Killian Decker

STAR SOIREE

A NIGHT THAT'S OUT OF THIS WORLD

NOT TECHNICALLY. So yes, but she doesn’t want to admit it. At least, that’s how he interprets her answer. So what brings her to him?

It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to pick up on some of the more obvious social cues. Whatever connections they have, whatever affairs that may have arisen, he’s been added as a roundabout side-character in their story.

Fine. So be it.

Fernando Silph does not give a flying fuck about the trivial matters of others. How they choose to engage—who they choose to engage, rather, means little to him.

Illeana is an adult: pretty beyond her years with no obligation to commitment outside of her contractional occupation. What they have, had, or will have, is never promised, until the question is raised and aptly answered.

It’s a question that will never come, not until necessary, and so far, Fernando has done quite well without. Better, even.

Ultimately, her choices are her own. And he can accept that. The same goes for Stormy Silph. But that means acknowledging one harmless little fact.

If his assumptions are correct, which, even if wrong, he refuses to acknowledge otherwise—he was her second choice.

Again, Fernando doesn’t care.

It’s a trivial thought that stems from insecurities, pride, and the downtrodden complex of human emotions. All weaknesses that he does not exhibit and does not acknowledge. Because he’s above that, above them, above the feeble squabble that he presumes places Illeana strictly in his corner.

None of this matters and he treats it as such with an expression that seems chiseled from stone. A staple for the no nonsense business man who relies on cold factor and rhetorical questions to bypass the outrage that aptly gets thrown his way.

But a single thought echoes within the confines of his mind.

Fernando Silph is no one’s rebound.

An itch crawls across his arm. So far, it has never manifested beyond the phantom pain of their experimentation. But now, it blooms, unseen underneath his clothes, growing as it leeches onto his thoughts like the parasite it so aptly is.

“It looks like he’s enjoying himself quite a bit more,” Fernando answers in smug disapproval.

Pettiness surfaces and he looks to her as another game piece. This interlude goes against the grain of his profession but he’ll play his part. It’s the least he can do when so graciously included.

He leans in, looking for her ear, close enough to recognize her smell with the familiarity that comes with aching reminders. “A travesty we should look to correct.” A whisper of his MISTY TERRAIN mingles against her skin, dissipating upon contact.

His recommendation comes with a sinister lull. Knowing him, and the explicit game of cat and mouse they share, it’s an insinuation laced in the promise of an answer in the west wing.

Oh, but that couldn’t be more wrong.

He offers her a hand.

“Care to enjoy yourself, Illeana?”

Fernando Silph does not dance.

He gets even.

TL;DR:

- fernando accepts her answer as yes, they came together.
- connects the dots; assumes Remiel Calcifet's popularity pushed her away.
- normally, fernando wouldn't gaf (or so he thinks).
- but that means he's her second choice.
- despite fern's usual disposition, it bothers him.
- pride and pettiness surfaces as his pain picks up again.
- implies Remiel Calcifet is having the better time.
- offers to 'correct' that with a dance.