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ððððððâð ðððððððð ðððððð ðððð, it doesnât show as abel turns fluidly in the direction sheâs pointing. there are enough people in the way to make it hard to pinpoint what sheâs looking at, but the confusionâs gone as soon as she continues speaking. he knows her passion for clothing well; in some ways, itâs what drew him to her that first night, bleeding into her already explosive personality to create an aura thatâs hard to miss. and even as that passion manifests in a couple dozen curse words for him and his fellow âeliteâ, itâs endearing.
in fact, heâs just snickering, taking another sip of champagne as his eyes continue over the room. he doesnât know nearly as much about fashion, but itâs not hard to see what she means â- the crowd around them is a flat sea of black, each look as standard as the last. it makes people whoâve just gone for a different color stand out, let alone a more unique style. of course, abelâs sympathetic â his longline blazer is all black save for a blood red accent on the inside.Â
almost too predictable, given his species.
âwe probably deserve it, but hey - no one said money equals style.â draining the rest of his glass as well, abel follows minnie to the bar, offering a grateful smile as the tequila shots arrive. âlet me do you one better,â he teases, reaching for his glass and lifting it towards her. âcheers - to how good you look tonight.â he means it of course, with or without her asking. after all the intimacy between them, thereâs no point in being embarrassed about admitting what she already knows.
in a smooth motion, he downs the shot, grimacing some at the taste â- no amount of supernatural powers can make tequila taste good. once the glass is set aside, he orders the two of them another drink, this time mixed. itâs busy enough to take some time, so he settles in, leaning against the bar to get comfortable. âiâm not planning to,â he muses, expression a bit pensive as he watches her. âbut i feel like they get me with âurgentâ work all the time these days. forever doesnât even feel long enough for it all.â
   ððð  ððððð  ððð  ðððððð  ððððð  ðððð  is  that  they  always  humoured  her.  if  he's  uninterested  -  as  if  he  ever  could  be  -  she'd  never  know.  in  some  ways,  minnie  is  a  firecracker. full  of  unpredictability.  but  her  needs  were  simple.  she'd  been  forced  to  make  herself  less  shiny  too  long.  to  be  quiet,  seen  and  not  heard,  to  listen  and  not  be  listened  to.  it  was  something  else  to  speak  to  someone  who  hung  on  every  word.  so  she  talked  with  ease,  with  no  need  to  unfurl  any  feelings  of  shame  balled  in  her  stomach.  it  always  appeared  natural  for  minseo  regardless,  she  was  no  longer  in  the  business  of  making  herself  smaller  to  be  less  of  a  burden,  but  abel's  company  always  came  with  a  lack  of  resistance.  perhaps  another  reason  why  she'd  cared  about  them  enough  to  save  them.
"  tell  me  about  it.  wealth  is  wasted  on  some  people.  "  it's  almost  wistful.  minseo  veers  on  materialistic  -  she  loves  glamour,  luxury,  the  works.  but  in  an  appreciative  way,  one  where  her  fingers  could  run  over  a  skilled  stitch  and  she'd  feel  a  buzz  of  electricity.  impressing  others  was  a  natural  talent,  one  she  already  accomplished  on  a  budget,  no  money  necessary. the  things  she'd  do,  though,  to  have  that  level  of  access  to  the  things  and  places  she'd  admired  her  whole  life...  it  was  an  embittering  thing  to  think  about. Â
 she's  pulled  out  of  her  own  surly  thoughts  by  her  two  of  her  favorite  things:  the  appearance  of  tequila  and  a  compliment.  "  to  me.  "  there's  a  satisfied  smile  on  her  mouth,  like  a  kid  who  has  just  received  the  cookie  they'd  been  begging  for  all  day.  the  tequila  doesn't  burn  and  she  doesn't  blink,  instead  rubs  abel's  arm  when  he  grimaces.
"  you're  the  boss.  tell  them  to  figure  it  out  if  it's  urgent,  is  that  not  what  you  pay  them  for?  "  minseo  rolls  her  eyes,  reaching  to  dab  at  the  corners  of  her  lips  carefully  with  a  cocktail  napkin.  "  give  me  your  phone.  "  she  tilts  her  head,  palm  outstretched.  she  almost  looks  teasing,  but  there's  an  edge  of  protectiveness  in  her  gaze.  "  let  people  work  out  their  own  problems  for  a  minute.  what's  the  point  in  owning  a  company  if  you  can't  get  drunk  with  a  pretty  girl  for  the  night, anyway ?  "