#londonevent

This was the third time that Brigitte had nearly tripped on the dress that got caught under the heel and she was done. She wanted to find somewhere to sit, somewhere to watch her brother be the social butterfly he was and enjoy the dresses and suits of everyone around her. That's who she was, the wallflower. Making her way to the edge of the room, she tripped again and fell into someone with a wince. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry, I just - these heels and I'm -" Stopping, she smiled a bit. "I'm really sorry."

Having grabbed a second glass of champagne, Kam had taken to walking around the perimeter of the room, sort of people watching, but more so muttering to herself over how people could be the way they are. It annoyed her to no end, but she kept reminding herself that she had a voice that people willingly heard, and she didn’t have to let her frustration sit silently. She could talk with her listeners, get their take on the matter. Suddenly feeling much more calm, she finished the last of her drink and turned around to head back to her table, only to bump into a couple of people. Laughing it off, she apologised. “Sorry about that. It seems this is the night everyone’s getting really well acquainted with people in the worst way.”

Greer had a little bit of an ego problem, always had. She knew that she looked damn good in the black lace dress with her hair around her shoulders in soft curls, makeup and dark red lipstick spot on. She lost Fitzy somewhere in the crowd but that didn't really seem to matter too much, occupying herself by grabbing a drink and then talking with people. Infiltrating really. When the one male started flirting with her, she held up her hand at him in the stop motion and laughed. "You were attractive, until you started talking stocks and bonds sweetheart, which means, you're boring. No thanks." In a effort to make it known the conversation, she turned to the other person by her side. "Tell me you're more interesting."

Link, as always, was dressed rather well for the event. White dress shirt, light gray tie and a black vest, the male was a little more than confident he’d look different from everyone else there. Add the mask that he was wearing and he pulled together well. Glancing about, he hummed under his breath, he could already spot some of his former clients in the hall, they were easy to pick out. The ones that tired to look above their financial means just to try and fit in. Looking to the person that stopped next to him, he gave a nod of his head. “How many people do you think will get into an argument this evening?”