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going with the flow of her pull, he leans down to accept her kiss. then, he gives her one of his own.
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"hm, maybe get a drink. that is if you want to see me on the dance floor."
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he turns his head up and scans the crowd. recognition flickers for a moment, but he loses sight of what he thought was DANNY HALL. greyson frowns.
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She comes alone, with no one on her arm.

The feeling is bittersweet, even now. Ever the lone wolf, since domesticated and cut loose and expected to pick up where she'd left off. Expected to survive as she once had despite the core piece of herself being transformed, retrained, reprogrammed.

Perhaps that is why a specific face in the crowd catches her attention so quickly.

Boruta strides across the room with purpose, exuding agitation that puts him out of place. He isn't here for pleasure, his eyes skirt everyone in his path. He's looking for something, or someone. And although she knows it isn't her, she finds it all too easy to follow his coattails.

"Bo."

Emma Wolfe

STAR SOIREE

A NIGHT THAT'S OUT OF THIS WORLD

DECISIONS ARE MADE WITH IRREPAIRABLE CONSEQUENCES. The fallout will be messy beyond relief. Disaster will follow them in the days to come, but here, under the magnificence of fancy dresses and pearly stars, they choose what their heart’s desire.

Greed is good.

Fernando observes as Stormy learns all too quickly that she has only recently stepped onto the gameboard. She dares cast off her role as a mere game piece in hopes of being evaluated as an actual player? Daring. Bold, even. But she acts all too soon without understanding the rules already in place.

Foundation sits at the helm of every dynasty.

“Unfortunate,” he comments between the two of them. Stormy Silph defies him. Killian Decker abides under his rule. It ends with only Illeana still present, exactly as planned, and he ushers her forward.

“I’ll talk to her later.” An afterthought buried under the need to exact his revenge. That makes one target neutralized. Time for the other.

“Reyes. Do you care to lead?”

His other hand loops to sit underneath her shoulder blade. Professional, clean, here to retrace the repressed art of his childhood with a performance meant to scorn watchful eyes.

“Or should I?”

TL;DR:

- everyone makes the wrong choice.
- fernando says nothing as Stormy Silph leaves.
- impartial, mentions to illeana reyes he'll talk to her.
- brings her onto the dance floor.
- asks her who should lead while pulling her into an embrace.

The drinks come swiftly. The bartenders at these events are quite efficient. Two crystal glasses with well-made Old Fashioned at placed in her empty hands. A tip and thankful nod is thrown towards the bartender before she turns. It hasn’t been that long, but she scans the crowd for Killian Decker.

Her amber gaze settles on the small group that’s formed around FERNANDO SILPH. A blonde (illeana reyes) she doesn’t know, the familiar Elite 4 member Stormy Silph, and Killian. What strange company. For a moment she simply watches, expecting the business to conclude soon and Killian to find her gaze again.

He takes something from Fernando, perhaps what he sought originally. The briefest of glances in her direction before turn to walk the opposite direction leaves the thief alone and confused. Furrowed brows watch him disappear towards the West Wing. Is he fucking ditching her? One second, my ass, she growls to herself, moving forward to follow. She passes an uncomfortable looking Stormy Silph. The brunette looks like she could use this drink more than Killian, “Here, you look like you could use a drink,” she bitterly gives Killian’s drink away before sipping, no, finishing hers and attempting to follow her fiancé to a hell she doesn't know exists.

Open for interaction!
Lex gives Killian’s drink to Stormy Silph
She’s following him towards the WEST WING but is quite behind, feel free to intercept

Killian Decker & Stormy Silph & FERNANDO SILPH

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"Or something really wants us together."

The way his attention scans the room to locate the sound of her voice, to find the source of a single syllable easily lost in the noisy room stirs something. She swallows slowly, savoring the taste of the champagne she has been sampling.

Focus on anything but the familiar feeling in her stomach that never leads anywhere good.

But the fact remained, he had heard her. He had looked for her, and he had found her. She wasn't invisible.

"Are you looking for someone?"

boruta maher

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[attr="class","illie i"]she blinks, the consequences of her choice prying at her shoulders with bony fingers. heat rises to a familiar degree between them, almost reminiscent of groudon's artificial sun. she counters it by bleeding pink, mist swirling from bare skin and forcing the air into a soothing atmosphere. Stormy Silph's gone before she can open her mouth, before she can apologize for being tied up.

and then FERNANDO SILPH's speaking, chiming in with his own two cents. she turns her head away from the retreating figure of stormy to regard him with a neutral expression. if she had to place her emotions, perhaps she'd place them in an odd sort of array. she doesn't, however, and they're left to rot.

"i'm not sure if that'd make it better or worse," she offers, then. part of her recognizes the part she's playing in this and part of her doesn't. there's things she doesn't understand, doesn't want to be involved in. she'll leave it for him to sort out with a futile hope that it'll all work out. naivety still clings to her, stubborn and unwavering.

Killian Decker departs as well, leaving her alone with fernando. somehow, she prefers it this way. things are easier one on one, not torn between bodies and attention. her shoulders begin to relax, tension easing as he begins to guide her toward the dance floor. her smile has returned by now, brightening her features with something more carefree.

"you lead," she murmurs. "i'll follow." such is their relationship after all, right? he pulls her in, keeps her close. she shivers beneath a professional touch, almost as if she knows how different it feels to others. her own hands rise, settle, hold. is now a bad time to mention she's not the best dancer? yes.

faintly, mew stirs atop her head but never leaves. not yet, not until the song is done. it merely sweeps little toes across her shoulder and readjusts. if she had to guess, the little baby probably just yawned. so cute.

star soiree.
outfit hehe
mew sleeps, hopes everything gets resolved eventually, follows fern to the dance floor, pls lead we can't dance

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The more he talked, the more Elaine realized how well connected he was. Between politicians and gym leaders, even if he dissociated with them to some extent, he was connected to a lot of people who held a decent amount of influence.

As much as she wanted to know more…

It’s best to just not pry and look into things later.

As easy as it would have been to ask, she didn’t want to stifle the party with this kind of thing. Networking was important, but a budding megalomaniac like her desired so much more than simply that. Not that she would ever say that out loud.

“Recognizability definitely comes with some downsides, but I’m probably not the best litmus test for that, really. Still, catching back up on ‘normal people stuff’ isn’t a bad thing.”

As much as she was laser focused on her own goals, she still never found herself able to fully enjoy the normal people stuff. Whether it was as a famed child detective or as a washed-up has-been with newfound ambitions, she found difficulty in bringing herself back down to earth at times.

Elaine took a quick sip as she realized something.

“I guess that’s why I ended up here, huh.” For someone intelligent, she could be quite the idiot at times.

That being said, did Casey miss her introduction?

Was it really worth giving a full introduction? She had no idea of who was aware of her when she actually did have publicity and was on the news fairly frequently (at least within Sinnoh).

“I guess I kinda just dropped my name earlier as an after thought. Elaine Highland, detective...ish.”

At this point, she had to take the plunge.

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Casey Fincher

STAR SOIREE

A NIGHT THAT'S OUT OF THIS WORLD

ILLEANA IS CORRECT. Every since wt001, everything around him crumbles at his touch. An apt metaphor in comparison to Adrian Malcolm or Thomas Benoit, contact with Silph will lead to decay. But what is he to do? Allow the rot to fester until nothing is left.

Never.

But he sits on her suggestion without comment. Disagreeing for the sake of argument it the last thing on his mind. He has an objective and the mission always comes first.

“We’ll start slow.”

Instead of pulling her closer, he cuts the gap between them. Toe to toe, mere inches acting as the breaking point for where fabrics will touch.

“Your left foot spread shoulder length.”

His movement is slow. Deliberate. To help set the pace as he actively ignores the tempo of the song.

“And then forward when I back off.”

A gentle pull coerces her into the pattern.

“And then to our side. Like a triangle.”

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- fernando leads the dance.
- he moves slowly and in accordance to his orders.