Summer allowed him to whisk her away to the floor, holding the skirt of her dress up to avoid tripping as they entered the already crowded area. However, as she stepped closer to him, she felt as though it was a more intimate affair, unbeknownst of the other dancers.

She met his smile with a sly grin of her own, taking his hand and holding it in a proper position to dance while she pressed closer still as his other rested on her back. A soft chuckle left her throat as she began to follow him in time.

"You inferred correctly. It's been something I've done on many occasions. I was trained in Kalosian etiquette, and proper dance was something I had to master," Summer pointed out softly. "Not to mention I would take any opportunity to dress myself to the nines."

Summer swayed to the rhythm of the band, allowing him to take the lead despite his rusty skills.

"I don't mind, so long as a handsome man spend a moment of his time with me," she cooed, a sly smirk crossing her lips.

"Tell me, what spurred you to want to attend a masquerade, especially one of this size?"

Gunner Graves

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Summer sipped from her glass, reading over quite the fascinating plaque in front of her when she heard footsteps. They were faint, almost covered by the noise surrounding them. Of people mingling, exchanging pleasantries, and dancing.

Did she hear someone say kiss under the mistletoe? Well that was exciting.

However, she didn't turn or acknowledge Gunner Graves until he was at her side. Even then, she gave him the slightest of glances from the corner of her eye, perhaps hidden by her mask as she appeared interested in the display in front of her. When he spoke...

A smile crossed her lips, unable to help herself from giggling as he asked for a dance with her. Summer turned, finally acknowledging Gunner with her glass extended for the nearest server to take away.

"A dance with me? But of course, my dear sir," Summer cooed, extending a hand for him to take expectantly. She held herself with dignity and poise as she waited for him to wisk her away.

"I thought you may never ask."

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- accepts Gunner Graves's proposal to dance
- prompt: DANCE THE NIGHT AWAY

Gunner Graves

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Summer had caught wind of the "Snowboy Showdown" happening in Fortree. Typically, such trivialities didn't interest her. Her father would call it childish, pathetic, a waste of time.

However, with his demise, she was able to take back her livelihood and participate in the contest. She never had an opportunity to do something like this in her childhood, after all, so the chance to try it at least one time in her life was an exciting idea.

Bundled in a warm coat and scarf wrapped snugly around her neck, Summer approached the playing field on Route 119. There was a multitude of individuals she recognized, even were friendly with. Martín del Mar, BARNABY FINCH, even Zev Harcourt. The last one was a surprise to her.

She greeted them with a smile and wave as she made for an unoccupied spot, near a blond-headed man. Summer began to roll the snow up and pack it together in a ball when she heard him groan. Chuckling, she spoke.

"Don't tell me you're not having fun right now, in the ice and snow, rolling balls around to stack on top of each other? That groan certainly sounds like you aren't," she said with a smirk.

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@jesse

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Summer leaned in close, pressing in kiss on the cheek in greeting to Elisabeth Fiorelli in much Kalosian style. She smiled, almost devious as she took a flute of champagne for herself from a passing waiter, holding it to her lips.

"Oh, I'm absolutely aching. My dear, you're too kind, when you're dressed to the gods as well," she said, indicating to her dress, hair, and mask.

"It is not only me carrying the weight of beauty on my shoulders." She wanted to ask her about her manicure, since it had been some time since they'd gotten their nails done together. Yet, that'd be a chat for another time.

Regarding GIDEON GRAVES, August Black, and Gunner Graves behind her mask, Summer joined in when they toasted, putting the brim to her lips and sipping delicately. Though she was momentarily caught in the moment of enjoying her friend's company, she didn't miss the flitting gave of Gunner Graves, dropping low enough to be considered borderline inappropriate.

But then again, wasn't she the instigator in this?

Summer hummed to herself, hiding a grin in her glass as she took another sip. She couldn't help but notice that he seemed to be the type to focus on something else, rather than himself. Because not long after, Gunner was walking away. To do what, she was not sure, and she wasn't even positive she cared.

However, it was intriguing. Perhaps she'd have to test him, see what made his buttons tick...

"I'm going to roam, enjoy the scenery for a moment. I will catch up with you later, my dear," she said to Elisabeth, giving an ever knowing wink before trailing away with a confident sway in her steps.

Summer carried herself delicately and gracefully across the floor taking her time to look at the relics and other displays available to the guests. Though she kept her eyes open for her target... though he was not that difficult to find, speaking to one skyler dross. She took her time to look busy, inspecting a few more displays as she wandered.

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- chatting and toasting with Elisabeth Fiorelli, Gunner Graves, GIDEON GRAVES, August Black
- separated from the group to "look around"
- ok but she's looking out for gunner, hmu

Elisabeth Fiorelli & Gunner Graves & masquerade goers

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A brilliant smile flashed on her lips when Callan agreed to stay. His company was more than welcome, especially with these memories being dug from their graves. Her glass sat on the table, settled, as she leaned closer to his touch as he brushed a finger down the length of her curl.

Basking in the presence of his attention...

Though it was a moment short lived, as she turned her attention to his story. Confession? Either way, Summer listened intently, more so than she usually did. She'd never imagined that Callan Young had been married or had a child. But it made sense, why he'd work so hard to become so successful and powerful.

Famed guitarist. Powerful gym leader. Member of the Elite Four. Who else could say that about their father?

"I think you've done it. Of course, you're never going to have to stop proving yourself. There's going to be challenges each day. But... I can't imagine that your girl doesn't think you're one hell of a guy."

Summer rested her arms over his shoulders, pondering for a moment before she, too, decided to share a piece of herself.

"I wish I had a father like that. Wanting to prove himself to me. My father... he'd set his sights on trying to make me the best prodigy and replacement. I was handed everything I wanted... but I never had a childhood. It was always work and practice. And his anger was taken out on my brother," she said, her fingers playing with a few stray hairs on the nape of his neck.

"You know, I had a child once. Not too long ago. But I miscarried. And I wondered if I deserved it, to have that taken away from me." Summer paused.

"Perhaps I'm so determined with my take over of Prescott Industries to prove something to myself. That this wasn't all in vain."

Callan Young

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To say that she was surprised when an invitation for a masquerade showed up on her doorsteps would be false. If she recalled correctly, she may have chatted about something of this nature with Elisabeth Fiorelli a few times...

Right. The donation, sponsored in the Prescott Industries name. That's what she recalled. Summer took the invitation from the DELIBIRD, closing the door behind her before deciding she would attend. Not just because she had donated and sponsored the event, but also because her friend put in a lot of energy and effort into this event as well as a vendor.

Shouldn't she at least support her with her presence?

Besides, the last time she went to a party this grand had been the Star Soiree... it was time for a change of pace. Work was on hold for the day of the masquerade, as she sent everyone home to get ready for the party. She, herself, needed time to prepare.

Summer's stylists worked hard and endlessly to perfect her look. An almost natural look, with a hint of glam, touched her features, her hair smoothed back into a ponytail except for a couple of strands perfectly plucked to hang out in the front of her face. Diamond earrings dangled from her ears, matching the bodice that covered her chest.

The outfit in itself was revealing to an extent, though she pulled the blue sleeves up to cover herself more than she usually would. Finally, to top it off, a matching, glittering mask donned her face.

She walked in, dazzling and bright, as her heels clicked on the floor beneath her. There were a few individuals she could pick out from hair along: CIAN MAHER and Callan Young being a couple, both with dates on their arms. She couldn't help but smirk, her perfectly painted hands dropping her bag to an awaiting server. With a powerful stride and a sway in her hips, she made her way to a woman with blonde hair, no doubt the one who arranged the flowers entire party.

"Quite the venue, don't you agree? It's rather lovely. Must have taken days to get ready and put together," Summer said with a soft coo, grinning brightly at Elisabeth Fiorelli.

Elisabeth Fiorelli & masquerade enjoyers

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Somehow, Summer found herself at the charity event that she had been invited to not long ago. Her team convinced her that it was important she make an appearance to this one since it had involved a tragedy. And relationships with other CEOs were important for her image as well.

So, to at least get them to stop talking so she could get back to work, she agreed to go.

At least the weather was nice and the food was good. Summer sipped on her beverage, making idle chatter with a few people though she mostly kept to herself. It was already in place to put in a sizeable donation, since she had plenty of money to go around. Once it was time to take up those donations, her secretary had gone ahead and done so in Summer's name.

Most of the people at her table had gotten up to mingle, leaving her there alone. Which was fine by her means, as she was able to sit back and relax. In fact, she thought about taking her leave and going home soon enough, since it had been a little while. However, her thoughts were interrupted by someone approaching her.

"That would be me. How do you do, Miss Wells," she greeted, no stranger to the woman who had given a speech about the tragedies of her family and hosted this gather.

Summer shook her hand, offering a signature smile.

@nikita

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Summer expected him to leave. She expected Knox to go, shower up, find a few lines to sniff and send him away into his own reality. She already had Cade Atreides's number on speed dial when she was finished. Leave the body for her underlings to handle, wash up, and let Cade handle her for the rest of the night-

What she did not expect was her brother to take her hand, holding it like they did when they were younger. Before Merrick Prescott turned them against each other. The surprise didn't reach her face, though she tensed for a moment until she relaxed and held his hand firmly.

And it was done. Summer didn't let go of Knox's hand, rather finding her brother's presence comforting in the moment as their target fell and his spirit exited.

"No. We can leave," she said simply, finally looking at him.

"Let's go home."

knox prescott

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Summer's brows furrowed for a moment. He had to do this? Had to become famous?

She couldn't imagine why. There were a few times that she yearned for a quiet life, where people didn't ask her about her work and what her next move was. Was she getting married? Was she going to have a child soon?

"You know, the Prescott name is well-known! It has to continue!" they'd always tell her.

"But why did you have to do this? To put up with the sufferings that come with fame?" she wondered, tilting her head to the side.

"Your loved ones... the ones that care about you... they'd truly care for you regardless of fame or wealth. Would they not? I've never had that. A moment of privacy. My entire life has been broadcasted to the world, so I can't help but wonder why..."

Summer paused for a moment before she spoke again.

"I don't mean to sound judgmental or otherwise. I respect how you've risen to fame. I don't know how I would have otherwise met you. And I am grateful for that, Callan, whether you believe that or not."

Summer could imagine that they were both using each other for their own benefits. For fun and relieving each other from stress. But she enjoyed his company. She felt like she could just be Summer around him, not Summer Prescott. Let loose and be free, even if for a moment.

"How cruel. You don't wish to spend time with me tonight? Especially after that display of affection in front of the paparazzi..."

Callan Young

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Summer fixed her hair with a dash of hairspray before standing, pulling her dress down to cover her legs. She made her hat was pinned so it wouldn't fall off as they went along. Her NICKIT scurried down the stairs, coming to greet Eris and her Pokemon.

"You look so adorable, Eris! Are you excited?" she asked, smiling at her as she reached the lower level.

"Reiner looks ready too. I say we're set to go. Shall we try one of the nice neighborhoods around Mossdeep? You know, they typically give out the good candy at houses like those..."

She extended her hand should Eris care to hold it, opening the door to escort them out.

Eris Halla

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The two Pokemon led them to a cave, its mouth wide open and seeming like it would swallow them both. Summer looked around, trying to determine if any GRUMPIG or other threats were around before relaying her plan to Trish.

"I believe the best plan of action is to weaken them to a state where they cannot flee. Don't make them faint. Once they reach that state, we can snatch the pearls and be on our way."

She reached for a Poke ball, tossing it in her hand several times.

"We need to be careful for an ambush, though."

@trish

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Summer considered the comment for a moment. It was a complicated feeling. How did she feel now?

"Once, I did. Now, I don't. So, no."

She sipped her drink regardless, eyeing him up and down before speaking once more.

"You enjoy your newfound fame since you became a gym leader."

CIAN MAHER

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