#* percy

"Are you sure I can't convince you to come to this one?" Given, Brielle didn't exactly feel all that comfortable going, she wasn't going to miss Kit and Ajay's big day - even if the churning in her stomach told her not to go. "I mean, not that I can't manage without you but..--"

In truth, Brielle was more than glad that she'd come tonight - even more so that PJ had thought to encourage her enough to show up. He'd not slipped in the effort to keep a smile on her face since he'd showed up to see her after the events of the memorial and something about that just... made her so glad to see him when he reappeared from the crowd. "You, beautiful, beautiful man." Drunk? Mayhaps. High? Abso-fucking-lutely, the latest of the pills she'd taken already starting to kick in as she grabbed his face and smiled up at him, "Have I told you yet how glad I am that you convinced me to come tonight?"

Brielle knew a portfolio when she saw one. Discarded ideas are cast across the paper in the same way that thoughts could sprawl themselves throughout a journal. Messy, half finished and although nothing like the end product - usually held her interest far more. Flicking through the pages was, likely not something the owner would appreciate, but neither did she think they'd like the idea of leaving it behind. La louvre. The waitress had mentioned something about the owner likely being there and within a few minutes of leaving the Avery, Brielle stepped through the doors of the gallery for the first time since returning. "You PJ?" Distraction drew her gaze elsewhere, even as she approached, the pieces on display quickly absorbing her attention, "The uh.. -- waitress.." The waitress what? "Shit. I meant, you left this behind. I think." Outstretched, she held the folio in her hand," Are all of these your pieces?"