it's handled

Blythe hadn't been back in the city since her disastrous non-wedding day, needing time to process her disappointment and realign her future plans. While her heart remained intact, her ego had taken a beating, but she was happy to let the Upper East Side elite believe that she was devastated to lose Roman.

Robbie was just stopping by Peter's gallery to pick up some paperwork from a client. He hadn't planned on staying long given he had a car waiting but then she asked him to pass a drink. How could he resist? Robbie glanced only briefly at his watch before turning his attention fully to her. "Just call me Bambi," he joked, handing her the glass. "Either you're an incredibly beautiful doppelgänger or I just passed by your benches on the way in."

He pulled back just a little, "Okay, you can't just kiss me to make me forget you broke my family's antique vase." Actually, they could. They definitely could.

Robbie was dropping by the Hamptons on business. Lawrence Huntzberger had been a longtime client and Robbie had never known him to be patient. Still, he could afford a little distraction. "Oh, I wouldn't believe that for a minute-," he interrupted with a wide grin. "Tripp Vanderbilt folds like a lawn chair for a pretty face."

"always so humble and full of humility"

"you really do know me all too well, gabriela. aren't you glad to hear we might actually be cleaning up the same mess for once?"

"Ew." Lisbeth rolled her eyes; she had not missed Robbie. But who was she to pass up a chance to mess with old friends?

"No need to be so sour, Lissy." Robbie would never admit to any failures in his career, but the Castillos... that he might just regret. "I'd heard you'd made a triumphant return. Is it everything you dreamed?"

"Like a bad rash. I should have known a lawyer was around, my skin started to crawl."

"Ouch. Funny, I remember having a very different affect on your skin, Adriana. Should we schedule in a refresher?"

When the voice reached her ears, Isobel's jaw dropped a fraction. Robbie Baizen. She might have had her fun with Carter back in the day, but damn if his older cousin hadn't been a life goal of hers. Isobel let herself be pulled towards him–dare she say her heart was fluttering a little?–gladly following him on to the dancefloor. This is what she needed. This would fix her. "I don't blindly promise anything. If you want something from me, you'll earn it like everyone else."

"Yes, ma'am. I've never shied away from putting in the work," Robbie smirked, pulling her closer on the dancefloor until there was hardly anything between them. He always got what he wanted too. Robbie was curious if she was here with anyone already, but it would hardly deter him if she was. "Do you have a list of demands for me or do you want me to figure it out-," he reached out, his fingertip brushing her bottom lip- "Myself."

going to the fashion show would've been fun, but no, ceren wasn't to have fun. not when she was still facing her parents judgement for her disappearing stunt over the holidays. no, no fun was to be had which was why she was stuck at this stuffy networking event that she couldn't wait to leave. it would be good for networking and art connections, is what her parents explained, but all ceren saw was another space she was being watched in.

"now that sounds like the kind of drink that'll make all this small talk bearable," robbie grinned over at her, gesturing to the bartender to make that two, please. "let me guess... you're actually not desperately passionate about this year's fiscal performance?"

Recent postings had made it quite apparent that it was important for Lucas to be seen in a context that didn't involve his best friend ferociously licking salt off a high class slut's clavicle, and thus, he found himself in Central Park. A place, granted, he wouldn't normally venture, but fashion was important to the Baizens, and there happened to be a very public showcase of some truly average high couture. "Inspired," he commented with conviction despite feeling nothing but from the wannabe on stage. His attention turned to the person occupying his left with a curious expression, knowing there was much to learn from another's opinion on simple matters such as these; "what do you think?"

Unfortunately for everyone involved, Robbie had read up on the recent debauchery from Logan Hunter's birthday party. It would have been all fine and good, really, if it weren't for Lucas' continued insistence on this 'friendship' with Caisson Andrews. Robbie had a plan for it, of course, but he just got here. He could wait a little longer before cleaning up this mess. Robbie smirked to himself as he heard Lucas, polite as ever for the sake of appearances. He doubted very much he found this inspired. Robbie sure as shit didn't. He turned dramatically to face him, pushing his sunglasses up onto his head before answering, "I think there are about a million other things we could be doing right now to celebrate my triumphant return."

This month had been hell for Isobel. She had lost Logan, she didn't feel like she had any right to turn to Ceren and Jessica, the ratings for Partying With Prescott had been taking a nosedive, and she was slowly isolating herself more and more. It had to stop. She was Isobel Prescott and she needed to pull herself together. It was this mindset that had brought her to the bar on 57th, where they were having a 'Heroes & Villains' themed night.

Robbie Baizen had hardly been back in the city a minute before he was blowing off steam. Dressed to the nines in his fanciest suit (big Bruce Wayne energy) with a Batman mask (a sprinkle of anonymity), he had just finished his own shot when he saw her lean in. Everyone knew Isobel Prescott was either a PR nightmare or a gold mine, he doubted there was any in between. She looked really good in that catsuit, though.