Loc: Yacht Deck
Who: @rxmington
After half the evening spent avoiding the elephant in the room dressed as the black swan, Valentine found himself standing at the edge of the boat to watch the water. A little bit drunk- as it swirled- a lot drunk. Masks were stupid. This whole thing was stupid. He half expected the thing to blow at any moment given the Faction’s idea of fun was planting bombs everywhere they could. Although, the idea of sinking down to the bottom of the river wasn’t exactly a terrible one, he wasn’t about to hedge his bets on this chilly night going swimmingly well.
He’d also never understood the reasoning behind wearing masks- it wasn’t like covering up eyebrows and cheekbones could sully an identity. He’d recognized the lot of them without even trying to. So when he looked to his left and saw Remington, he almost smiled- until he remembered. Careful to approach when no one was paying attention, he grabbed a glass from a waiter and offered it over. “I’ve got some questions and you are the only one who can answer them.”
