A Night to Remember | All Members Invited

She smiled softly as she took the jacket, she wasn't usually the type to be treated like a delicate flower, but it was a touching gesture none the less. She gripped the lapels of the jacket and pulled it a little tighter around her as she once against looked up, still choosing to lean against him, not because she was still cold, but because she liked to be close to him. And now she was quite content because she had his scent wrapped around her like a security blanket. "They shine even brighter on nights like this at sea." She said softly, not knowing if he had seen such or not. Perhaps she would take him out one day and they could spend the whole time out there.

@ashton

Alek stopped outside, adjusting his bowtie before pulling a box of matches and smokes from the pocket of his outfit. He lit a cig, sticking it between his lips and inhaling slowly. He stared out into the area surrounding the home, drinking in the "rich" life that he had left behind so many years ago. Or the feeling of it, anyway. He assumed those inside would be just as fancily dressed, and being this was the first time he was showing his face in public, he wanted to play the part. Not because he cared what they thought.

But he actually liked fancy dresswork.

He put a hand on the rail, his other going into his pocket as he watched the moon and stars. After a few moments he finished the smoke, cleared his throat, and walked inside, clicking the door shut behind him. His hand snapped out like a flash, grabbing a drink smoothly off the tray a butler walked by with. He sipped it, his body quite please with the alcohol. Good, they weren't being picky with their drinks. He walked down into the room, drifting in and out of the people on his way toward his next target. His eyes were fixed, in an almost aroused way as he approached.

"Where have you been all my life?"

The snack table was sensually silent as he reached down, and slowly began to feed his inner man.

Nevada spotted a lone man standing by the food table and smiled sinfully to herself before she made her way over to him just in time to hear what he had said. Of course, like every man, he was talking to the food, but that didn't stop her from leaning in behind him and saying "Playing in your dreams... that's where" She said in a soft German accented whisper. Granted, the Germans and the Russians weren't bosom buddies, but she doubted he would let that get in the way of things. She knew she wouldn't let it.

"And my what fun we had..." she purred, she was a cougar stalking pray at this point, but she smiled innocently and leaned against the table, reaching out with one hand to take a glass of white wine off the passing waiter that nearly walked into the wall as he continued to stare at here well passed the point of being passed the two people. Though she didn't notice it. She was keeping her violet gaze on the man before her.

@alek

Ethan nodded as she mentioned the drink, offering his arm to her as he led her toward the refreshment table. "Awe, well, I try to dress nicely at work, but never to this extent. Thank you, though," he said, smiling as he poured her a drink and handed it to her, taking one of his own. "I think my charming family can wait, however. Tell me, how are things going with the Magisters nowadays?" he asked, moving aside from the table just  a bit.

@rebecca

Alek's eyes came up as he used a toothpick to pick up a piece of pineapple and stuck it between his lips. He gave a gentle smirk, setting the toothpick down. He stared into her eyes brazenly, clearly not the type to be shy. He finished slowly, silently. He had nothing to say, letting his eyes say it all. He would finally speak after he swallowed, licking his lips a little. He was patient, and he could tell when another predator came into the room. 

That was the volume his eyes spoke.

That he was a predator.

"Sny dlya slabykh. YA predpochitayu deystvovat' ot moyego zhelaniya. Ne tak li?"

He knew she probably had no idea what he said, so he would reach down and grab his glass, washing down the fruit with a little smile before he spoke in clear english, a light accent indicating his Russian decent.

"Perhaps you would like to show me, girl, this fun we had."

He set his glass down, staring painfully hard.

She had no clue what he said, of all the languages her father had forced on her as a child, Russian had not been one of them. Still, she smiled like a cat that ate the canary as she looked him up and down and then met his gaze as she picked up a chocolate dipped strawberry and bit into it, licking a bit of the juice from her lips.

After a moment more she gave a shrug. "Oh I could show you..." She stared and then took a step closer, sliding her hand along his upper arm as she said in a quiet voice. "But what we did in that dream wasn't meant for so many young eyes. Unless you like that kind of thing."

Then she pulled back and smiled, "My name is Nevada, and you are?" She offered as she held out her hand to him should he wish to take it.

@alek

He would indeed take her hand, the confident half smirk still on his face as he would gently plan a kiss on the back of her hand. Where he came from, you treated a lady of such spectacular taste as her. With respect and dignity. He would bring his eyes back up to hers after with his name.

"Alekaf Rothschild. But please, call me Alek."

He would glance around, tempted to take her up on the offer of getting busy right there. He was not willing, however, to be thrown out of a party he had just arrived at. He let out a deep, pleased hum.

"Perhaps later, Dame."

He would glance around before gesturing back at her.

"Perhaps you and me should blow this Popsicle stand."

Yes. Five seconds in and he got food, alcohol, and sex. Good night.

Nevada smiled sinfully as he took her hand and kissed it, causing one slender honey brow to lift towards her hairline, even as she nodded her head. She was tempted to use her power on him, to push that lust further, but as it was, he was on her like bees to a flower. She picked up the wine she had and took another sip before glancing around. "Hmmm what a decision, get the pleasure of your company or stay at a party I just got too. It's quite a hard choice." She purred as her violet eyes searched the room.

After a moment, she set her glass down and moved to take his arm in hers, her chest brushing against it as she did. "I'm rather fond of Popsicles." She whispered in his ear. Then added "Let's 'blow' away."

@alek

Zane's face contorted into a concerned glare as he nudged Finley's arm with his elbow, "Did you at least tell her how you feel? You thought she was dead. She wasn't. Now's your chance, before she falls for someone else on this rock." Zane motioned to the room, noticing more clearly that the room was full of people than had before, "She won't wait forever, dude."

@finley

"Boring, as usual." Really, if there were another way to have any form of influence on the island, she wouldn't bother. As it was she didn't see the point in having a magistrate, much less being one full time. "Paper work and meetings, siblings who don't know how to walk down the hall without someone holding their hands. Give me a good party any day." This island needed another club, a real one for the adults where she could go to play without rousing suspicion. Tonight would just have to suffice until then.

@ethan

Quietly, as was her habit and her way, a blonde child of Hades strode up to the House, mitigating the sound of her low heels as much as she could. Stepping into the foyer, the woman's wide blue eyes swept through and around the clusters of other Demis to mark points of interest, despite having been here often.

She drew the fabric covering her shoulders to fall and settle at the crooks of her elbows, lightly plucked a glass of champagne to nurse, and slipped deeper inside with quiet glances and smiles, to stop at the tables to pluck a fruit or two. This time was for relaxing. For enjoyment of the small things after long work and constant toil.

She lifted the glass and brought it to her lips for a short, sweet sip as her eyes roamed.

( Outfit & Heels )

"I remember. Everything is brighter at sea." Some days he almost missed being on that boat, but a son of the land could only be gone for so long. Not being able to grow his plants had physically made him sick. That had ended his seafaring career as soon as he made it back to the states. Then again, his father was fairly amused.

@tere

Fin nodded, knowing that Zanes words were true. The idea of her falling for someone else made his stomach twist into an intense knot, causing him to shift uncomfortably. He looked over at Zane, nodding once. "I... I know," he muttered, glaring a bit as he turned away. He was glaring at himself, not at Zane. Well, and partly at the handsome men around the room. "I already told her. I mean, when she was falling off that- when I lost her," he said, clearing his throat.

@zane

Tere arched her brow, a small smile on her face as she looked at him. "A son of Demeter on a ship? That had to be odd. How long were you at sea?" She asked softly and then lifted her eyes to the sky again, her eyes searching out the different constellations as she snuggled into his coat a little more. It smelled of him, it was comforting more than it was warm, though, it was that too.

@ashton

Ashton chuckled, kissing her head before he spoke. "About six months total. I traveled through Europe for some time, but I wanted to pay my way through the trip as I went. My father wasn't a rich man, so he couldn't help out. So I took a temporary job on the ship, worked my way across. It took us three months to do the job, but by the end of that I realized being gone for so long made me ill. I have to be near the earth occasionally." It was almost poetic that he found himself being drawn to a daughter of the sea god, knowing that he couldn't inhabit her sphere for long.

@tere