there was laughter , there were children , there was a man speaking to another with food visible in his mouth as it opened ; and ren considered the consequences of putting a bullet in the man's head . her fingers twitch with the want , with the ache to teach him manners he'll never forget , until her saving grace comes in the form of a man who is likely wearing the same expression as she . ❝ i think anything offends these people , ❞ she argues , as her gaze settles upon the man , silently thankful for his appearance , perhaps it will stop her from causing some sort of scene . then again , she is rather skilled at covering her tracks . ❝ yes , ❞ she offers nothing more , lets the glass tilt until its contents spill into the lush grass , unbothered by her own manners ; it's grass , after all . ❝ what , not enjoying the event of the season? ❞
"ask me how much i care about offending them." gael asked, one corner of his mouth twitching up in amusement. few people could get a full smile out of him, but then again, most people only talked to him because they needed something and it was exhausting. ren, however, was a completely different case, and one of the few people that he would call a friend. eyes tracking the spill of crimson from her class for a moment, gael glanced back at the house and then at the bar. "i never enjoy any event, too many people who cause trouble." if not for ren, he'd likely be skulking behind a topiary - the amount of people who saw him and talked to him always differed greatly. "two options. you can throw your glass and cause a distraction while i raid the house for alcohol, or we can accost the wait staff." if not for the long walk to his car, he'd suggest just raiding his own vehicle, but he knew himself, and he'd completely duck out of the event if he did that.
