In his hazy and messy state it had been almost impossible to identify one person from the next for the French prince. The music was loud, making his blood pump noisily in his ears as he tried his best to pay attention to the redhead that was talking (flirting) to him. He was pretty, Sacha could give him that. But not entirely his type -- Sacha had always had a thing for brunettes. And that was why he was nodding to the guy in front of him but watching the brunette woman walk through the room. ‘’One more line!’’ Someone shouted in his ear. ‘’It’s your birthday!’’
No, it wasn’t his birthday. That had been two days ago, this was his party. Sacha would be petty enough to correct his friend but the temptation of drugs pulled him out of his pettiness and his eyes left the brunette to look at the son of one of the Dukes that had spoken to him. He held up a finger, one more, and looked back up but the woman was gone. Belle. Mysterious Belle that Sacha most definitely had not invited. After all, how could he? He had no contact information for the mysterious noble woman. He started to follow after the Duke’s son but someone knocked into him, sending him in a different path through the crowd and then Sacha had lost him. ‘’Merde.’’ Never mind. His attention soon fell again on Belle, and this time she smiled at him and took his hand.
Ever meeting the woman had been a mistake and Sacha scowled at the woman, golden bare arms crossing over his golden bare chest as he leaned against the doorframe. ‘’Rude of you, to just leave me like that, mon chéri.’’ He spoke up, blue eyes falling on the pirate woman. ‘’Surrounded by all those pirates I don’t know. They’re quite heavy handed you know, I’m sure I have multiple bruises on my back from being shoved down the docks. Would have much rather had you escorting me to my prison.’’ @neptunesbelle
