#pre plot drop

He shouldn't have been looking for her.

Olivier had told himself only five minutes before he returned back to his date before he let her go altogether. He'd successfully dodged Thomas all night, even if their eyes had connected once across the room; familiar dread cooling his firey stomach.

Still, he found himself leaning against a wall, watching when he caught sight of her walking: he wasn't sure if Isla had seen him, hand snaking out to grab her upper arm.

     a pink jacket of any other would stand out to lennon, but not like this. no, this pink jacket was one belonging to a pink lady on the same halloween night that lennon just so happened to be none other than sandy. some fantasies you know you have, others don’t reveal themselves until they’re right in front of you. especially when said you is the same sweetheart that brings you flowers to every closing shift. 

Only a couple of hours in and Declan was already feeling overwhelmed. Whether it was an overwhelming sense of imposter syndrome or the knowledge that he'd dabbled in this world enough he was part of it, he didn't know. What he did know was that he needed to find somewhere, anywhere quiet. The first room he tried was somehow noisier than the deck had been and the second not much better. He had hoped it'd be third time lucky and the room had looked clear enough that he'd walked in and breathed a sigh of relief, only to see that he wasn't as alone as he'd first thought. "Sorry, thought there wouldn't be anyone else in here." Though he supposed that he should have known better with a party that size, no matter how big the vessel every room would be occupied.

Carmen would be lying if she said she wasn't now more fascinated by the man she had slept with only to have him show up for a meeting seeking help from Echo. What were the chances that he turned out to not only come to her for help, but then ended up being the Attorney General. What were the chances indeed. But he had sparked some interest in her attention due to the highly unlikely situation. She wasn't sure what the taste was for the Network to throw such a lavish event in the wake of their supposed allies losing such vital members but she still was working the crowd for their own advantage. It shouldn't have been too surprising to see him through the crowd, but it still was another instance of their paths crossing. Carmen approached him, grabbing two glasses from a passing waiter and held one out when she got to him. "Careful now, if you smile too much someone might think you are actually having a good time." She teased.

Despite being on a yacht in the middle of the ocean she couldn't resist the urge to fall into her usual roll of host. Not in the true sense of the word maybe but she still found herself wanting to look after the same people she'd usually cook for. Having spotted Vince earlier she set about putting together a plate, selecting the flavours she felt confident he would like. She'd cooked for him enough times she was fairly certain she knew his taste. With laden plate careful balanced she slowly manoeuvred her way through the crowd, careful not to drop any of her painstakingly gathered offering as she did her best to dodge the more avid party-goers. Through patience and perseverance she made it back to where she'd seen Vince, holding the plate out towards him. "I picked out all the best ones."

“You don’t know this song? It was everywhere back in the early 2000s!” Nico said with a grin. He kind of recognized her from the cafe, and he waved at her despite her being in front of him. “I’m flying high! I believe I can fly! I believe I can touch the sky!” He laughed. “That’s another song. You know that one?”