The Ballroom Gathering

[metemmods.insanejournal.com]

Characters: All
Date/Time: Now
Location: Hôtel Jeu Ancien - Ballroom
Rating: TBD
Warnings: TBD
Summary: YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH!



All was in readiness. All of his guests were arrived and waiting, some more patiently than others. He anticipated quite a few reactions and a veritable bevy of questions. He was prepared.

He was testing out the slide projector while he waited for his guests to arrive in the ballroom, clicking through pictures of himself made specifically for this test. He paused on one of him before the front desk in a classic, male underwear model post yet still wearing his uniform. "Oh yes. One of my best."


[*lyrics: Kim Richey - A Place Called Home]

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[solid-gaze.insanejournal.com]

She refused to change her mind about the dress she wanted to wear to this thing just to hide the bruises on her arm. Instead she felt it more appropriate to let the whole world, or at least the whole hotel, see Poseidon's handy work.

A cold frown was firmly in place as she sauntered in. She didn't bother looking around at the others that had arrived, simply focused on a chair and made for it.

[enosichthon.insanejournal.com]

Well didn't she just look a sight sporting his handiwork. He gave her a devious grin as he picked up a glass of champagne and downing it almost as fast as his lips had hit the glass.

"Black and blue, it looks good on you," he said with a snort and another swig of champagne. "Look at you showing it off like a prized metal." He'd continue to taunt her because he could.

[solid-gaze.insanejournal.com]

She slid her attention to Poseidon as if she were doing him a favor by it, smiled without it reaching her eyes, kissed her middle finger then showed it to him.

Then looked forward again dismissively.

[enosichthon.insanejournal.com]

"Well aren't you cute," he chimed taking the seat beside her. If she so much as lifted a finger to leave, he'd show her again just what it meant to feel pain.

He finished off the second glass of champagne. "I must be special to receive that kind of greeting."

[solid-gaze.insanejournal.com]

She sighed and rolled her eyes then indeed did get up to move to a different location in the room.

[enosichthon.insanejournal.com]

He was about to make an advance forward, pull her to a dark corner of the room when Nigel started his speech. For a moment all other thoughts were put on hold and his original frustrations were brought to the surface. Where the fuck they where, and his kid.