#p:nyeevent

Location | Ballroom 

Finding Oliver proved harder than Beau had anticipated. The man was the only reason he’d even considered going to the event in the first place and he’d be damned if he went the night without meeting him and providing him with the dance he’d requested from him. He hoped there would also be a chance to request a midnight kiss if he didn’t already have an offer. It wasn’t the kind of thing he usually had much of an urge to participate in, but he didn’t normally want to go to parties either. It seemed all it took to change his mind was a pretty face and good company. 

Making his way around the edges of the crowd, he finally spotted Oliver amongst the crowd. Pausing to adjust his jacket, he approached the man from behind, resting a hand on his shoulder. “Good evening, Oliver. If I didn’t know better, I’d accuse you of making an attempt to avoid me this evening. You’re quite hard to track down in this crowd.” 

Location | Ballroom 

The New Year’s Eve party had been everything he thought it would be and more. He’d run into familiar faces and even spoken to some new ones - most notably Alexander King himself. The champagne had conversation flowing freer than ever and Romeo was immersed in his element. On the hunt for someone new to talk to after the abrupt ending of his prior interaction thanks to a very eager client, the masseur scanned the crowd idly for any vaguely familiar faces before settling on Aslan. The man, who he recognized by those broad shoulders and tall stature, had come to him and Nathan for a massage or two in the time he’d been there. He’d never had much of a chance to get to know him apart from some very basic conversation and he immediately decided he was going to do just that. 

Finishing off his champagne flute, he stole another for the client and skillfully slipped through the crowd to reach him, a charming smile on his face. “Aslan, right? I’d recognize those shoulders anywhere.”