#brps.event01

After a long chat with a group of investment bankers, the girl needed a break, and a strong drink - so once she had the latter, she found herself a little nook that she could observe, looking at all the lavish costumes, impressed by the effort that everyone had put into the night that it made her smile. 

It wasn’t until she looked right ahead of her that she realised someone was in her eye-line and she turned on the charm automatically. “I like large parties.. They’re so.. Intimate... And small parties there isn’t any privacy...” she purred at the masked person, quoting her favourite line from Gatsby before taking a long, slow sip of her martini, awaiting a response. 

Aren considered after receiving the card with the 'saint' inscription on. he doesn't consider himself a party animal or maybe he's just not used to parties that actually have the potential to be fun. all he was ever dragged to were charity parties and fancy cocktails with boring diplomats and politicians -- also the reason why he makes sure to disappear mid-party with a bottle of champagne and someone equally as bored.

nonetheless, a party at bliss is not something he can stamp a boring label on and he is amused by the theme. Aren is the epitome of classic, so when he adheres to the all-white dress code he is supposed to done, he goes for simple all-white pants, suit jacket and button down shirt -- three or four buttons undone because it takes away the formality of the ensemble while giving others a sneak peek. he cruises through the club, grabbing two glasses of what is offered to him and walking to the other side where he spotted a dark figure. he stretches out his arm, hand holding a glass that he offers the other. "you look like you need a drink"