#antonandtheathread005

@xkohler​

The brunette's eyes trained on Anton's tall form as she surveyed the ballroom, he stood hunched against the plaster, looking like he'd gratefully become the wallpaper if it got him out of the party. Thea felt a familiar smile crawl up her lips and she gathered the crimson fabric of her dress into her palms as she made her way to him across the wood of the ballroom floor. "Hello." She said simply, dropping her dress unceremoniously and reaching to pluck the drink from his palm and raising it to her own lips. There was a mischievous glean to her mossy eyes, yet she said nothing else as she handed him back his beverage.