#declan02

event: lily & sam’s halloween party

If someone had told her that the day would come when she would actively look for opportunities to socialize, Verity probably would have kicked them in the shins. But as her gaze roamed the party, she couldn’t deny that socializing seemed to be the more attractive option — at least, when pitted against actually facing the confrontation that was a week overdue. A small sigh of relief escaped her lips when she spotted Declan Graham. 

As far as distractions went, he had always been one of the best. 

“Does it make us sound old if I start reminiscing about how different parties were, back the day?” she mused, shooting him a grin as she walked up to him. A shoulder lifted in a small shrug before she nodded to the drink display in front of them. “One of those would have been enough to make us end up half dead in an alley somewhere.”

Following Zephyr Jackson’s break out, Julian had been in the wrong place at the wrong time. Or, he supposed, it was some kind of payback for dangling Catalina Demir in front of the underboss. Too bad he wasn’t going to learn from any of his previous decisions, especially when the woman still sat in the palm of his hands- her debt serving as a forever tightening noose. Currently, the Faction had bigger issues to deal with. The capture had dispelled one truth: someone was working against them. It hadn’t been Julian’s hand that flipped in favor of the Kovali, though he did have an ongoing deal with the opposition’s Consigliere. No, this had been someone else entirely. That posed a threat to his wellbeing as well as their overarching goal... for now, he’d made the choice to seek out Declan. In his state of self-medication, he’d dragged himself over to the Harbour. "Meyer- seems like we’ve got a rat problem... I got a boat docked in C3 if you want to talk about it more privately.”