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The Samuel Adder Campaign Presents: The Red & Black Gala
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Meadow arrived at the upscale party on the hotel's rooftop at the request of her father, or more accurately, at the request of her father's manager. Something about cleaning up her image and smoothing over the most recent flurry of tabloid speculation pieces. Something about community outreach. Something about representing her father's interests since he couldn't be there himself.

Whatever. She'd ultimately given in and agreed for two reasons. An excuse to buy a pretty new dress, and free champagne.

She stayed on theme, choosing a form fitting one shouldered mini dress in a red and black pattern inspired by zebra stripes. It was trimmed in thick black lines and accented with gold eyelet rings, giving the impression that the bold printed garment had actually been tied into place across her body. It was appropriately tasteful but with a glam edge that pleased her. She looked good in it and she knew it.

Meadow mingled for a time, making polite conversation where necessary. The setting was exquisite, the provided refreshments delectable. The free champagne was plentiful, and the attendants were on top of their game in keeping her glass filled and sparkling. She knew next to no one present, and that in itself was refreshing, along with the utter absence paparazzi or lookie-loos trying to gate crash the event. These features of her new home town were still novel and charming -- the freedom with which the city's rich and powerful moved, largely unmolested. She moved among them freely, enjoying the heady rush of being alone and anonymous.

It couldn't last. A particularly forward business man who had perhaps overindulged in the evening's special cocktails seemed singularly focused on pressing his interest with her, a fly she couldn't shake or swat away. The girl was beginning to become a bit desperate for escape or diversion--where are those stupid photographers when you actually need them?! when she claimed to have spotted an old friend out by the roof's edge and hurried in that direction.

The handsome stranger willingly played along, wrapping her up in a warm hug and chiding her for her long absence from his life. He was easy on the eyes and quick with his wit, and they spent the rest of the evening in one another's company. Seems there was more to this party than pretty clothes and free booze after all...
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Tahlia hadn’t been back in town for very long - less than a week. But someone had made certain she’d gotten an invite to what was rumored to be the event of this election season. She wasn’t used to going to such things without an escort, but on such short notice, it seemed her usual companions were either busy, or had found other adornments. She’d taken a little out of the latest payout, and rented a chauffeur and town car. The dress, the jewels...those she’d already had. After all, the point of these events was to see, and be seen.

She swept past the protesters without a thought - she’d had just enough of rules and ‘shouldn’t’s’, enough of sitting quietly and smiling sweet smiles. She’d had enough of virtue...tonight she planned to indulge in a little vice. Emerging onto the roof, she scanned the crowd for familiar faces, nodding here and there when she saw one. It didn’t take but a moment for her to find a drink - before the night was through she’d work her way through all of them, but the Sinners Delight was her favorite. She’d nibble on chocolate and cheese, working her way around the room and chancing a few coins at the tables. Truthfully, she wasn’t looking for anything in particular, content for the moment to make new friends, and enjoy herself. There was even some dancing.

She made certain to give Jewell a friendly nod when she saw her, and to introduce herself to the candidate. One never knew, after all. And, of course, there was the pleasant surprise of running into Malcolm. The tall tech mogul had her entire attention for their brief, if warm exchange. His hand at her back, hers toying idly with the with the lapel of his tux, the subtle bend of lips to ear brought a subtle smile, and a brief nod. Returning the kiss to his cheek, she let him go with a whispered assurance that she’d be more than happy to catch up whenever he was available, and moved back into the crowd, dancing and drinking into the wee hours before finally heading home.

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Millicent had procured a hobnob if only for the colour of it. She turned it in her alabaster hands and remarked upon the red. So much red. She offered some to Sinon if only to watch him, his mouth. While doing this, she noticed a long glance from a fiery woman. More red. She tilted her head, canting her features in question. Eventually she raised a brow at Sinon who would have to pivot to be able to see the woman himself but this was clearly what Millicent was imploring him to do. There were many glances to share this evening, many to cast of her own accord, but for some reason this stood out to her.

Whatever his response, she would contentedly lead him to the poker tables. She did not know how to play, and she would make light discourse with the gaggle of people there to inquire about the rules. Though, one, apparently, did not speak English. She would begin these conversations, even if Sinon knew the rules, which she was almost sure he did. And this was because, for the most part, they had been rather aloof. Quite predisposed. A bit much. And though that was precisely what she intended to be with Sinon tonight, she used this opportunity to venture out. At least once.

And, when Meadow was near by, she rose her voice to get her attention. "Meadow! Dear. Please." Please join us.
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The blasé young adult came to the Gala, upon his father's demanding request and possible threats to 'cut him off'. The claim of sending Isaac to the campaigning event was under the representation of the Clark name, of which Jonathon Clark prided himself so strongly in keeping up appearances. Jon couldn't make it, with his adamant promise that he would be out of town that evening - or in Isaac's eyes, so conveniently - that he couldn't help believe that it was a test of some sort.

Thus, he arrived, driven by one of his father's suit-clad drones and by himself. As unkempt as the wild curly mane of sunkissed locks appeared, the suit he wore spoke of money and high class, and numerous trust funds. He absolutely hated it. However, he fit in with the rest of the 'Stiffs' as he claimed, with the theme matching black suit, white button up shirt with subtle pinstripe the shade of cherries and a black silk tie embroidered finely with silky cherry thread.

His I don't wanna be here, I was forced against my will attitude was abandoned as he slapped on a fake, charming yet dangerous smile as he played Proper and High Class Stiff. He shook hands with strangers that seemed important, answered irrevocably dull questions of what he thought about the politics and campaigns, who he was going to vote for, his interests in the Adder campaign. It was a cycle of answers after about the fourth hand he'd shaken. By the fifth, he was speaking in clipped, to-the-point sentences before making an excuse to leave and while he avoided the gambling tables, he found himself a server who didn't seem to mind him taking a shot at each of the drinks to see which he liked best. The Sinner's Delight seemed to meet his quota, and he stuck with it.

Doing as his father said, he'd meandered over to the Stiff of the Hour himself, and the hostess, flashing his most charmingly dangerous smile and shaking their hands. He introduced himself, telling him that he came in Jon's place and apologized that he couldn't make it himself, though he absolutely wanted to be here. He didn't have many questions to ask of the campaigning man, but he did wish him the best of luck in the elections, and thanked Jewell for the party - particularly the liquor he raised in his hand before excusing himself.

Finally, a break from grinding his teeth to dust and bludgeoning his liver with the assault from liquor, he was spotted by Orchid and distracted for a moment. "It's good to see you wearing red, and not from getting hit by a car this time... Yes, she's doing fine. Thanks for asking." The jumble of questions fired at him like a fully-automatic was still refreshing from the questions of politics and Adult-ing things. It depends. Murder mystery parties... is the murder for real, or is it game like Clue? You never know in this friggin' city!... My dog still trumps your puppy dog look - stop looking at me like that! You can't match it!... Coke, no question. If I'm going to suck sweetened caramel through a bottle, I'd rather it be something that can also clean the rust of metal, thanks.... It sucked... Why are you even asking me this? CHUCK NO--no, wait. Maybe.. Lemme think on it... He'd only really spared a second of attention to shake Malcolm's hand, mutter his name before the man was leaving him to try to keep up with the girl's spouting mouth. The promise for another adventure earned a grin, and a promise to text her soon before they wandered in different directions, only to be swept up in the hub-ub of the party again.

Moments he enjoyed himself, moments he didn't. And when the atmosphere got to be a little too much for him, he took a step back and enjoyed the view at the roof's edge to afford himself a moment of quiet. At least until he was suddenly a scapegoat for another who seemed to fit into the same shoes of Unwilling Attendance. Though, the killer dress and endearing embrace in the name of fake long-term friendship was a grand distraction from the reasons for being here and afforded him to relax and enjoy himself as they spent the rest of the night in each other's company and enveloped themselves in conversations that had to do with anything but politics. Even if she was a Liquor Thief...
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He would come, cane in hand, and using it for it's intended purpose instead of for some affectation. It eased the time he spent on his feet while heading around the event.

He would check in, here and there with the people he knew. A small exchange of a glance, or a nod of his head, but a simple refusal of any drink, or food that was offered up to him. Polite. Quiet. Things usually not associated with Cianan.

He would circulate, and introduce himself where it was required, and maybe a bit of talk, at length with someone whom he was more familiar, where the facade might slip a bit, and a bit more warmth would show.
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Somewhere between drinks and trying food, Sinon found a moment to tell Millicent the story of the woman with red hair. Like many good stories, it was short, simple, and left room for what ifs, left space for her imagination to fill in later. "We had one drink, I talked of you, she left. But she smelled like sunlight and fire and I am glad to see her again.". He even smiled at Jezebel when he caught her looking their way, because it was true. Most importantly, though, it showed just how under Millicent's spell Sinon had been for perhaps a bit longer than she'd realized.

At the tables he derived simple pleasure from watching her talk with others, and engaged himself only when necessary, played a few hands to be polite, and amused himself with listening to the Russian.
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In the process of working the crowd, stopping for questions and introductions, Mr. Adder found himself pausing by the gambling tables, his attention drawn by an outburst-prone gambler, his curious gaze lingering a moment too long. There was something about the man's lively good luck, and his strange disposition for a cocktail party like this...

...but he kept his distance and moved on, closing in on an elegant couple with an air about them he found comfortably familiar. He shook Cranston's hand, kissed Ravyn's, and after exchanging a few pleasantries, turned his head to her ear for a few whispered words. He laughed as if whatever he'd said was no more than a joke.

Another pair caught his eye, Cris and Shae, perhaps for the way the latter deftly worked the crowd; but as with the noisy gambler over at the tables, he maintained a certain distance, though he made sure to greet them with a curved smile and a silent toast with his martini when their eyes chanced to meet.

There were a number of charming young executives and heirs here, two of whom he received especially warmly, no matter how little one of them truly desired to be there. He promised Malcolm Fox that his people would be in touch with MalFox Industries as soon as he had won, "and we can talk about opening the lines of communication between this office and cross-verse businesses that I hope to draw to RhyDin and Stars End... the same kinds of companies that I'm sure will avail themselves of your services."

There was something about Isaac Clark's manners that amused him, and it showed in his eyes when they shook hands. "Tell your father that I missed seeing him here, however charming the company he sent in his stead," he added with a chuckle. "We should meet soon, to discuss his... empire, and what he wishes to do with it. I'd be so very appreciative if you could pass that along."

As the evening progressed, ever more promises of conversations, introductions, and plans for the future flowed from Adder's lips, but through it all he paid close attention to the guests as they came and went, especially those who paid too close of attention themselves, or took too keen an interest in the talent he surrounded himself with...
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Duci had become somewhat of a recluse in recent years, withdrawing more and more into work and outer space. What may have been stranger than seeing out and about was that everyone was seeing double; an exact replica with shorter hair had her arm coiled with hers.

Duci and Ducii made the usual rounds, ignoring any stares, and sharing cheek kisses and pleasantries with anyone they knew and even with newfound acquaintances. They paused to read a shared pamphlet offered by a girl in a red cloak, identical expressions crossing their features.

"Huh," remarked Ducii.

"Interesting," replied Duci.

Ducii was there for the food and company more than anything, and she paid very little attention to anyone aside from imbibing. Except maybe the delectable eye candy. She left shortly after, abandoning her twin to get fisty in the Annex.


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The little books the hooded girls handed out made her bite her lip, a frown playing the cornerd of her mouth. That was an interesting way to start off the evening. While she may have appeared reluctant in her acceptance of Ducii's invite to attend the Red and Black Gala, she'd truthfully had her own reasons for attending. She was finalizing her plans for Uncollared, the shelter and rehabilitation center for those escaping or being released from slavery, and wanted to get a better feel about who to approach in the future.

Duci did not know people in the same way her replica did, and she may have appeared stand off-ish in the way she said little and smiled slightly. She allowed Ducii to shepherd her around, saying hellos and other nonsense, but dark eyes were constantly looking past to scan the room and to cast a surreptitious eye on the man of the hour.

What was he really hoping to gain from all of this?

After Ducii abandoned her to self-medicate in the rings, she lingered briefly then departed quietly woth a crowd also taking leave.


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Just because he had a few things to do didn't mean he wasn't going to have fun. So far, this city had yet to be fun.

Slane was too new to the city for an invite to be sent to him, he was just lucky enough that he found one on the ground. He tucked it inside his jacket and figured, why not? It was unlikely that anything productive would happen, at least, not in the way he was hoping. That didn't mean he was immune to having a little fun.

As a general rule, Angels with a bit of a "stumble" pulled off the black and red look well. His salt and pepper hair was combed back by his fingers, his glasses were polished and his suit was tasteful without looking like it had to be dusted off. Slane knew his way around a party, he'd been to enough that he knew the right stride and the areas that were ideal for lingering. At times his eyes jumped with what was a remaining shred of hope-- it went unfulfilled. Pandora wasn't going to cut him any breaks.

The night went on, he thought he bumped into a girl he recognized (Meadow) but he couldn't be sure. Maybe there was also a woman he had met behind the bar (Sira) but... women looked so different when they were dressed to the nines. There were so many faces and after four or five drinks? Could have been anyone.

Those that would come to know him, to recall the dry cut of his voice and the way he rolled dice, would have been the fellow gamblers at the tables. There was something thrilling to it, to watching the slippery-faced plastic coins slide like moving towers between the players. The money didn't matter, so it must have been the betting that made it fun. Maybe Slane just had something for betting against the odds, for winning the sort of situations everyone else was betting against.

He didn't go home with much money, but he staggered back to his room with a smile, falling asleep fully clothed with a smile.
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