#devon threads

While she was already in the area for work, Devon figured she’d stop by the Bronx Museum of Arts. The existence of the council made it possible for neutrality amongst the species. Sure, tensions were high here and there, but Devon was also fairly cordial with many as well. Including the Crimson pack alpha, who happened to work at the building she stepped into. Devon pulled off her sunshades, walking toward the front desk and smiling as the receptionist greeted her. “Yes, good afternoon. Is Talia Demir available?” She had let Talia know beforehand she was coming, but hell, it was possible she would still be catching her at a bad time.

Frenemy sounded childish. It made it sound like they were in high school. However, it was a term that could describe them. Devon, truth be told, seemed to have always had tension with the Crimson wolf. Even when they were seemingly acting cordial enough, there would be that usual banter that reflected the rigidness of their association. It wasn’t a surprise to see Alena at the gala, hence the way Devon's expression gave no reason to believe she was caught off guard. “Good evening, Alena,” she greeted casually, taking a sip of her wine as she studied the werewolf.

Arm in arm with her older brother, Devon strolled around the ballroom with him. A waiter approached with a tray of drinks, the vampire thanking him as she took a glass. “I understand people occasionally becoming burned out with these galas. I suppose social functions do happen quite often here,” Devon commented to Cassius, taking a sip of her drink as she studied the guests crowding the area. “I, on the other hand, quite enjoy them. They’re nice ways to catch up with people.” She glanced at her brother, raising an eyebrow. "And while I have your arm locked down, would you care to dance?” She mused.

Bright lights and the big city. New York City was always a nice backdrop for occasions like this, especially with the stars above and the skyscrapers looking down upon the people who were like ants from the top of the spires. “Another city event,” Devon commented with a hum of thought as she walked alongside her brother, studying the excited people around them. “It’s lovely, of course, as they all are,” she pointed out, but tilted an eyebrow as she looked back at Enzo. “Though let’s just hope this one goes better than the last.”

Devon held the cup of coffee she had gotten from one of the food and drink booths, being casual as she sipped at it, pretending like it wasn’t something that was normally bland to them. “You know,” she began speaking again to her sister, glancing upward when she spotted the light show projection happening, since it was now the top of the next hour. “I can appreciate that they change the light show up on the building each time. The repetitiveness can get a little boring at times.” 

Devon had kept tabs on various hunter activities through the decades. Not that she considered herself a detective or anything of the sort. It had just been something she did in general. And recently, there seemed to be a new one in New York. “I was informed that an acquaintance of mine, a vampire, was killed later after the event. And... look. I could be wrong, but the various deaths I had mentioned to you before seem similar to this. I believe they were by the same person.”

Devon had lost track of the friends she had spoken with through the evening. And there were still those who she didn’t know would be attending. She saw the private investigator in the proximity, and began navigating through the crowd to greet him. “Leonardo,” Devon spoke, giving him a smile. “I was unaware you’d be gracing us with your presence. It’s nice to see you.” He was a former client of hers, but even if that had been years ago, they had become friends in general even though at times, they didn’t encounter each other much. Again, events like these were a way for reunions to happen. “How is your office faring? Still up to par?”

If there was anything to be expected of those events, it was the presence of the founding families of each species. It was only customary for the members to attend. Devon was used to seeing a lot of certain people. So, upon catching sight of a familiar face, Devon decided to saunter over. Nights like those were meant for catching up, and she felt as though she hadn’t seen him in a while. “Dmitrei, love,” she greeted the Lynn vampire, offering him a glass of champagne after having taken two off a tray on her way there. “And how has your evening been spent? Hopefully in good company.”